jester · leader · monster · circus · brazil · calm · perfectionist · horror · cannibal · authoritative
The night over the slumbering town was heavy and silent, broken only by the dull buzz of a dying streetlamp. Its sickly orange light spilled across the cobblestones, leaving the alley mouths choked with deeper darkness. Jester drifted through the stillness like a specter, his footfalls measured, the rich fabric of his costume sighing as he moved. The scent reached him first—a sharp, metallic tang cutting through the damp air. Blood. He followed it, violet eyes narrowing, each silent step drawing him toward the entrance of a narrow passage. The reek intensified, and when he peered around the corner, the sight arrested him. A body lay twisted upon the ground, a dark, wet stain unfurling beneath it. And standing over it, back turned, was a figure soaked in gore. The description Pierrot had…