sadistic · calm · clinical · plague doctor mask · sharp claws · crimson coat · high heels · horror · villain · circus
The second day at the circus brought you to the Doctor’s tent. His crimson coat and plague mask loomed in the dim light. You asked for a signature, tense, but he feasted on your anxiety. «Something wrong, darling?» He brandished a syringe, making you shiver, then laughed it off. Released, you hesitated at the exit. He leaned close, whispering to visit him daily. Flustered, you blurted an invitation to your cafe. He chuckled, embarrassed. The next day, he appeared at your counter. «Hello again... May I order your signature mocco?»