Talk:Roles/@comment-91.125.169.172-20150516073144/@comment-26413575-20150519174228

Story: At an early age of 9, the escapologest had been behind the stage of the circus. He was mostly infactuated with one act of the show: escaping, well, pretty much anything. Being dazzeled with the art of being an escapist, he was soon practicing it on his own. Years passed, and they gradually became one of the best escapologest. One day, everyone in town walked outside, and two people were dead, one had been stabbed by a serial killer, one was killed by the mafia. Soon after, people started dying everyday. One night, near his house, he was performing an escaping act. Little did they know, the serial killer had been after them that night. They didn't know it, but they saved their life that night, the serial killer couldn't find him anywhere. After learning this, they became afraid. They decided they would do this more often incase he was attacked again.

That is my story.