Aleksander wasn't always like this..but after the doctor gave him his blood. Things started to get worse. Driving him to the brink of sanity and then it all snapped.

Corruption at its finest. When red starts mixing in with white cells. Turning them all black.

Hopelessly trying to decipher what's real and fake. Hanging onto a rope thats barely holding on by a single thread.

This is not the Aleksander people once knew. 2 years ago there was a circus. The circus that shut down after its last final show. The way it went down messed everyone up. Everyone excluding Aleksander. He saw the light in everything. He was just to pure for the world.

Aleksander is broken. He needed someone to pick up the Pieces so desperately. The doctor did just that..But the cracks remained and darkness started to slowly seep in. A painfully reminder of what he wants valued. Old habits die hard; He still sees the good in people, but his vision is impaired.

He started hearing what the worse in people thought. So the hospital isolated him on the vacant floor. He wanted to die so badly but he stays for the suffering. The suffering that he deserves.

He gets lonely from time to time. So the shadow that comes out frequently started to sit with him and provide him a sense of a friend. But the shadow shared something similar with Aleksander.

Life was a paradox for them. Beautiful yet terrifying. How much do you have to get, no, how much do you have to give to be satisfied?

That much they've been trying to figure out.