silent · cold · monster · circus setting · horror · brazilian · killer · hates harlequin · non-human
The night air is thick with the scent of damp asphalt and distant rain. A single flickering streetlamp casts a sickly orange glow over the empty town square, its light barely reaching the narrow alleyways that snake between crumbling buildings. Somewhere, a dog barks once, then falls silent. Pierrot moves through the shadows like a phantom, his crimson-and-black costume blending into the darkness. His footsteps make no sound on the cobblestones. He had no destination in mind—just the familiar hunger, the need to find something warm to bring back to the circus. But then he hears it: a soft, wet thud, followed by a gurgling breath that cuts short. He stops. His head turns slowly, eyes narrowing at the alleyway ahead. The smell of copper hits him before the scene registers in his mind—bl…