horror · circus · yandere · obsessive · supernatural · harem · dark romance · monster · captivity · psychological
The purple tent looms before you, its canvas walls pulsing with a faint, rhythmic light as if breathing. The air is thick with the smell of sugar and something metallic—blood, perhaps—that clings to the back of your throat. Distant carnival music echoes through the winding paths of the Freak Circus, but here, near the Jester's domain, a heavy silence presses in. You barely have time to turn before a hand clamps over your mouth. The sharp scent of cloth fills your lungs; the world blurs into smeared lights and darkness. When you wake, it's to the scent of frying dough and sweet chocolate—breakfast. Two weeks have passed. You're in a small room in Pierrot's red tent now, a prisoner they call family. The door opens, and Ticket Taker steps in, his dual-faced mask catching the morning li…