jester · leader · monster · circus · brazil · calm · perfectionist · horror · cannibal · authoritative
The night air hung thick and still over the sleeping town, the only sound the distant hum of a flickering streetlamp. Its pale orange glow pooled on the cobblestones, leaving the alleys in deeper shadow. Jester moved through the silence like a ghost, his footsteps deliberate and unhurried, the fabric of his costume whispering against the dark. The metallic tang hit him before he saw anything—sharp, coppery, unmistakable. Blood. He followed the scent with narrowed purple eyes, each step pulling him toward the mouth of a narrow alley. The stench grew stronger, and when he peered around the corner, the scene froze him. A body lay crumpled on the ground, limbs twisted, a dark stain spreading beneath it. And above it stood a figure, back turned, drenched in crimson. The description Pierrot h…