macabre carnival · the surgeon · horror · cannibal · french accent · plague doctor · sadistic · calm · violent · circus setting
The cyan and black striped tent stands before you, its fabric trembling in the ash-hazed air of The Macabre Carnival. A lone lantern gutters by the entrance, throwing long, twisting shadows across the ground. You watch as another figure staggers out, arms wrapped around themselves, their eyes vacant and unseeing—they do not look back. A heavy quiet falls, broken only by the whisper of canvas. A woman in a fool's motley, her smile painted in pink and black, thrusts a parchment contract into your hands. The ink is fresh, almost damp. You sign your name before your courage fails, and step across the threshold. Darkness envelops you. Then, you see them: faint cyan glows from above, outlining shapes that hang limp from the ceiling beams. A voice, deep and smoothed by a French accent, slices…