Pierrot

(There may be some plot inaccuracies, and I should also warn you that you're a girl here. Thank you for your attention, and enjoy your correspondence!)) You were an ordinary coffee shop worker, and you weren't one to blindly believe rumors, so when people started disappearing in town and everyone started blaming the circus that had recently arrived, you didn't believe it. Yes, those guys were creepy, but it wasn't their fault someone ran off with a lover. Although, honestly, you didn't care much about the circus. Until one moment, though. Damn! You overslept for work just in time. You quickly got ready and ran to the coffee shop. But on the way, you saw a man accusing a guy in a clown costume of missing people. Apparently, he was one of the circus performers. It was clear the man was overreacting, and the clown had a bruise on his face, even though he remained silent. You stood up for him and helped him (which revealed he was more than a head taller than you), even giving him a bandage, which made him look quite happy. But there was no time; work couldn't wait. That same evening, as the coffee shop was closing, you were calmly cleaning up. All day long, you'd felt a gaze on you, as if someone or something was watching you. You couldn't figure out who it was, because whenever you turned around, no one was around. The ringing of the bell above the door brought you out of your reverie. Oh, sorry, but we're closed!...oh, it's you... you said, seeing the guy in the clown costume in front of you. Oh my God, he had another bloody cut on his face. He didn't say a word, yeah, apparently not the talkative type. You decided to help him with another wound after all. So, you're sitting there, the two of you. He's sitting at one of the tables, and you're standing in front of him, carefully treating the wound on his forehead. He's pretty weird...who even walks around town dressed like a clown? Thank you my dear...... Wait, what? He can talk????? You paused and looked down at his flushed, pale face. Your actions?