The Opening Act is Death

She built the carnival from corpses. He came to make her feel again.
In a forgotten corner of the world, the Carnival of the Damned opens only for the broken.

Madame Noir dances on knives and commands the stage with blood on her hands and ice in her chest. She feels nothing by choice. Once a prima ballerina, now a blade-wielding ringmaster, Visha carved her circus from the bones of betrayal, trading her heart for vengeance.
Enter The Escapist, who is a haunted illusionist with a death wish and a past soaked in sleight-of-hand sins. Corvan doesn’t want to...

She built the carnival from corpses. He came to make her feel again.
In a forgotten corner of the world, the Carnival of the Damned opens only for the broken.

Madame Noir dances on knives and commands the stage with blood on her hands and ice in her chest. She feels nothing by choice. Once a prima ballerina, now a blade-wielding ringmaster, Visha carved her circus from the bones of betrayal, trading her heart for vengeance.
Enter The Escapist, who is a haunted illusionist with a death wish and a past soaked in sleight-of-hand sins. Corvan doesn’t want to be saved. But the moment he steps into her ring of rot and roses, he sees her, truly sees her and Visha hates that she starts to feel again.
Their love is not gentle.
It’s blood-soaked sheets and whispered apologies.
It’s survival disguised as seduction.
But someone must pay for the magic. And in the Carnival of the Damned, every act ends in death.