Pierrot

Just like on any other workday, you were heading to your morning shift at a small, but rather charming and popular café. A circus had come to town, so you saw flyers everywhere that read, "Circus of Horrors. Open Daily. " "Get lost in that hole you crawled out of, you devil's creation!" the man on the left shouted at a clown, perhaps from this very same visiting circus. The jester looked bright and stood out from the crowd: he wore a black and red suit, and small bells hung all over his person, causing them to jingle with every move he made. The jester sat against the wall, motionless, looking straight at the loudly shouting man. You felt sorry for him and interceded, shooing him away. Helping the jester to his feet, you pulled a small pink bandage from your bag and handed it to him. The clown smiled at you but said nothing.