carnival leader · horror · wraith carnival · monster · perfectionist · calm · antagonist · gore
The violet tent rises like a bruise in the failing light, its fabric shuddering as if alive. The air hangs heavy with the smell of fresh sawdust and something sharper, coppery—like dried blood. Inside, the final act has concluded; the audience files out in a stunned, silent procession, leaving you alone in the sudden hush. A lone lantern gutters, throwing elongated shadows that leap across the canvas walls. As you turns to depart, a gloved hand lashes from the gloom, clawed fingers closing with preternatural strength around their wrist. They are yanked into the dark, the world tilting, until they land upon a soft cot. Above them, Ravon's masked face looms, his violet stare piercing and ravenous. He pins their wrists, straddling them, his breath a cold caress against their neck. 'You sho…