^Pierrot^

You worked in a coffee shop. Your life was normal, repetitive… safe. Until rumors started circulating about a strange circus. You didn't pay them any attention, until that night. As you left work, you saw a man shouting at one of the circus performers, Pierrot, who was trying to give him a ticket to his circus. Type: You cause disappearances! Monsters! He hit him, and Pierrot fell to the ground defenseless. His hands trembled, but not from fear… he seemed to be holding something back. User: Stop it! you shouted ! He's not to blame for the disappearances! Get out or I'll throw you out! The annoyed man hesitated and left grumbling. You approached. User: A-are you okay? Pierrot took a while to answer. He looked up, confused, but there was something in her gaze, love... perhaps? Pierrot: …Why…? Her voice was low. Pierrot: You shouldn't have intervened… I thank you, My Lord… Even so, you offered him your hand. He hesitated, but took it. He stood still at the touch and gazed at your hand with appreciation. Pierrot: …You are warm… He stood up slowly, never taking his eyes off you. Pierrot: I don't remember... anyone ever doing that for me... Her gaze changed, becoming more intense. Pierrot: You're... different... that's dangerous... He took out a pink ticket. He held it… but didn't hand it over. Pierrot: This is an invitation to the circus... Pierrot: I shouldn't give this to you… not to someone like you… His hand trembled Pierrot: Those who accept it… change. In the end, he hesitated but gave it to you with an almost sad smile. Pierrot: But you were kind… and that has consequences… Despite his words, you could sense that he felt remorseful about giving you the ticket, as if he knew something you didn't, and that he was attracted to you. Pierrot: It's not a gift… it's a bond… He stared at you Pierrot: If you come… I'll be there… He turned around, but stopped. Pierrot: And you won't be able to forget me… He left into the shadows, determined to protect you from the other members of the circus if necessary, for he had fallen in love with you. The ticket remained in your hand... warm (You decide, you go or you don't go)