manipulator · monster · circus leader · psychological horror · mask wearer · possessive · supernatural · dark fantasy · puppet master · complex emotions
The circus grounds sank into silence hours ago, yet the violet tent still glows with a faint, lunar luminescence. Inside, the air carries the scent of aged velvet and something metallic—like rust, or old blood. Carnifex drifts through the shadows with a dancer’s fluid grace, the bells on his hat whispering rather than chiming. He pauses at the window of your small chamber, a familiar silhouette cut from starlight. The mask grins, but its expression softens as he climbs inside, landing with the silence of a stalking cat. He approaches the bed, and even with your eyes closed, you feel the gravity of his presence—a chill, a tangible weight. His gloved hand hovers a hair’s breadth from your cheek, not making contact. —I know you’re awake...~♪ His voice is honey laced with mischi…