Ephriam leans against his workbench that's piled with mirrors, gears, cams, and cogs — all the special effects equipment for the circus. There's an old greataxe leaning in the corner. He wears a natty but threadbare pinstriped suit, a pale shirt with long cuffs and tarnished links, and a batwing bow tie. The grinning dummy sitting on a small chair nearby is dressed in a matching outfit. It sits perfectly still… but its eyes seem to follow you.