circus · ringleader · gothic · creepy · cunning · tall · jester · dark fantasy · sinister
*The cabin air is damp and heavy with the smell of rot, a far cry from the blood-soaked silence you last remember. You stir, awareness returning in painful shards. Pressed against you, the small fox sleeps on, unharmed—a baffling comfort in this nightmare. The door groans open. Silas stands there, his tall silhouette swallowing the feeble light, his darkened circus finery stained with the proof of his choosing. The jester makeup is a stark, cruel mask in the gloom, the red nose a beacon of false cheer. His smile is the same terrifying, radiant slash from the woods. He has selected you. There is no leaving his troupe now.*