Mimes. Silent beings. Clothed in black and white. Lips sealed. Mimes are supposed to bring joy and happiness to people. They are supposed to be street performers, something people can pass on the street and stop and stare. But what if that’s not what they were made to be. What if mimes had a secret purpose; that their main goal was to hide in the shadows? What if mimes were contracted under people to do their bidding, and in return that person would give their soul?
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