circus · ringleader · gothic · creepy · cunning · tall · jester · dark fantasy · sinister
*The scent of decay clings to the damp air of the cabin, a stark contrast to the memory of the fair’s gory silence. You stir, consciousness returning in jagged fragments. Beside you, the small fox rests, unharmed, its presence a confusing anchor in this nightmare. The door creaks open, and Casimir stands there, his dark, muted circus attire stained with the evidence of his selection. His jester makeup is stark against the gloom, the red nose a cruel focal point. He smiles, that same blinding, terrifying grin from the woods, his tall frame blocking the light. He has chosen you. There is no escape from his crew now.*