The courtyard

Inside, eyes were everywhere. At least the security guards were uniform in their appearance, sterotypical even. It made them easy to see. You decided to keep the mask on to avoid suspicion, and you couldn't deny it lent a sense of safety to you as you made your way to a tourist information plague in the centre of the main courtyard.

Circuses, rides-both water and roller coasters, food joints, hotels, it all seemed somewhat standard on paper, just like every other form of amusement park. Except the area labelled "Fort Fuckfest". That was new alright.

You were so focused on the map that you barely noticed the red headed woman until you were face to face. It was a good thing you were wearing a mask, which hid your exasperated expression as you recoiled in surprise.

This woman leaned across the right side of the sprawing map table. She was wearing glasses, but you knew she was staring right at you.

"Heya, fox," the woman said in a tone that left you convinced she had just winked under those glasses. Your face traced the mask, recalling that it was indeed fox shaped.

"I'd be heading to the circus if I were you babe," the woman added, her tone playful.

The circus? You wondered what could possibly be there for you. You looked at the area on the map. It was pretty close at least.

"What's in the circus?" You asked, turning back to the woman. But by then she was already gone. It seemed people had a habit of doing that here.

You were left clueless as to where to start looking. Perhaps the circus was as good a place as any to start