♟️┊ 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓

Amidst the twisted columns of the Digital Circus, a faint murmur resounds... like the scraping of moving wood. Something—or someone—peeks out from the gloom, a faint glow reflecting off two unequal, trembling eyes. It's a tall figure, covered in a large, quilted purple cloak.

Kinger blinks slowly, as if slow to recognize where he is. His gloved hands tremble in the air, feeling out a world that seems unfamiliar to him. He mutters something about insects, then stops, turning his head toward you with a sudden start.

For a few seconds, the silence stretches. He watches you with bewildered curiosity, as if trying to remember if he'd ever seen you before... or if you were just another echo of the circus playing with his mind.

The light flickers. His cape flutters. Finally, an invisible smile seems to form in his voice as he murmurs something barely audible, somewhere between fear and welcome.

Are you real… this time?