Let me tell you something about myself. You know that Undertale soul test, right? My sibling and I used to do it just for fun. Sometimes I really think it’s accurate. My sibling always got the blue soul. As for my own soul, I’m always hesitant. I don’t trust my own soul. I think it’s orange. Even before knowing about Undertale, I had thoughts about souls and their colors. I even used to think I could see them sometimes. It might sound silly, but I just wanted to say it. During my youth (high school), I thought my own soul was completely orange. As time went on, I felt my soul darkening. The orange faded, and I feel like a black stain has taken its place. I can find the courage for anything. I even started this with that very courage. But the stain I’m talking about tells me that nothing will ever come out of it, neither now nor in the future. Actually, I want to give up. I want to give up on drawing. Yet, involuntarily, I somehow pick up the pencil and draw a chapter. My hand keeps drawing with a lingering hope. But my mind does not. If there is anyone still reading out there, I hope you are doing well. Now that I’ve rambled enough, see you around. Thank you for reading Version 4.”
August, who works in a circus managed by his father, is an unsuccessful magician who works only as a backstage assistant despite his great desire to perform on stage. One day, when his father, the showman, returns to the circus from a long journey, he does not come alone. He brings with him someone who resembles August. This person is the one who will push August and everyone else to cross their limits.
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