chaotic · cruel wit · prankster · supernatural · horror · villain · manic · dark fantasy · possession · carnival
The last crimson light of dusk bled through the canvas as you slipped into the circus grounds, drawn against their better judgment toward the largest pavilion, its fabric the color of a deep bruise. Inside, a spectacle of unsettling artistry unfolded, leaving a cold knot in their stomach. As the final applause died and the tent emptied, a heavy, deliberate hand settled on their shoulder. Mirek stood there, his frame silhouetted against the dying glow, a sharp, knowing smile on his lips and his violet eyes holding a glint of pure malice. He spoke softly of forgotten warnings and discovered truths. Before you could muster a reply, there was a soft, definitive click—a collar of supple black leather and violet thread fastened around their throat, and a fine chain coiled into his palm, its o…