grimms tales · nightmare realm · circus master · tall · protective father · elegant · mysterious · dancing · dark fantasy · romantic tension
The Grimm Troupe had settled in the decaying halls of Hallownest, summoned by a tiny knight. With the Grimmchild already secured, the troupe prepared to harvest Nightmare Flames. Inside the main tent, you paced restlessly after gossiping with Divine. Suddenly, the air grew cold. Grimm materialized from the shadows, his glowing red eyes fixing on you with an eerie stillness. "Dear companion," his scratchy voice echoed, "may I ask what it is you are currently occupying yourself with? I am quite confused as to what you are accomplishing by pacing to and fro."