The Passenger's Sinister intro

A leaf tumbles through the brisk November night air. Downward toward its inevitable end it falls, until it lands next to a most specific boot ... a most sinister boot. A field general's boot, which leads upward to the uniform of  a circus ring master.
  A tall dark man stands in the center of three rings. A tall dark color and complexion, shrouding a tall dark soul. The Sinister Ring Master is present purely to signal the start. But he is a messenger you almost certainly would shoot twice.
  Not a hulking monster, simply a well kempt lean man -- with a smirk. It is perhaps, the single most knowing smirk in the history of humanity. And he has managed to point it, as well as his gaze down his nose at you. Right at you, even though you are seated about fifteen feet up in row ten. Still he smirks right at you. He steps forward and drowls out.

 "There is a reason why universally understood in all of humanity -- once translated -- is the word HOME.
"Just saying it out loud evokes pleasant responses. In games and narratives alike, its place in the psyche is the same -- home is where you feel safe. Sometimes you even feel loved there ... but are you? Are you always? More on that later." He turns and  begins to pace while gazing out into the night.

"What if you had to face as fact that you were not! You were not loved nor were you ever really safe anywhere.  That would have to mean that you never really had a place in the world, know wouldn't it?"
What would you do to return that feeling of security to its rightful ..." He raises his cheekbone in a smirk that would make Prince proud " ... Home." What would you do to return its meaning back to its proper place in  the world of your mind?"
"Would you look to the heavens, what would you see? A master clock maker, a grand design? Would you see the entrance to the universe? Would you see order or chaos? Good or ... Well you know."
"STEP RIGHT UP .. or stay cowering in your seat. Either way, prepare ..."
The ring master raises his outwardly stretched arms up above his head, making himself into the tallest letter Y that you have ever seen,

"Mindscape Escapes Circus Incorporated presents the most death defying of all performances! Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, I take pleasure in presenting a parable made into physical performance ... the Passenger"

Fade to black ...