Allumin resists the urge to grab and completely down a glass of wine as he watches a tray go by. That would likely not make a good impression, so instead he takes in a breath, hands clasped neatly together near his waist to stop himself from fidgeting.

"The short version: to collect people, much like how a child collects toys. The longer version is a bit more complicated than that but still follows the same principle," he says, trying to shove back the more unsavory memories he has with instead the recollection of things that are actually important to the story.

"Before it was a carnival it had been something else, and a sick young girl had been left there alone to die. Her fears and desires changed the form and reason of it so that she wouldn't have to be alone anymore, and it became a trap that would lure people in and she would choose the ones she wished to keep."