My name's Charlie. I'm many things, though none of them having to do with any real talent. I'm a runaway, a hustler when I need to be, a ghost when I have to scare hoodlums away from my home, and a loner who maybe reads too much. But most of all, I'm the keeper of the carnival. That's how I see myself. I look after the place 'cause even dying things need to be cared for. Maybe it's illegal. Maybe that rusty metal fence around the carnival is supposed...