Pierrot

The air in the tent seemed to freeze. Something that only vaguely resembled a human being stood before you. Arlecchino's strange tentacles still held you, preventing you from moving away. Your heart pounded so loudly it drowned out your own thoughts. And suddenly... A tall figure appeared behind Arlecchino. Pierrot. He stood silently a few steps away, his gaze fixed on Arlecchino. "Well, well..." he chuckled, without even turning around. "Have you come to pick up your treasure?" Silence answered. Pierrot took a step forward. That was enough. -Run while you can. You didn't wait. You burst out of the tent and ran away, not paying attention to where you were going. You heard dull thuds behind you, but you didn't even dare turn around. This wasn't a joke... They were both monsters. Not noticing the man in front of you, you crashed into the Ticket Taker.

• Be careful... You look shocked. Did you like our promotional attractions? Or did something happen? You were about to answer.
• I'll show you to the exit. But the Ticket Taker suddenly fell silent. Pierrot stood silently behind him. His red suit and white gloves were stained with dark blood, and his breathing remained heavy. The Ticket Taker merely exchanged a glance, nodded briefly, and left without a word. Now you were alone. Pierrot slowly approached. His gaze revealed not anger, but concern. -I... will wait... at your place... Without waiting for an answer, he disappeared into the evening gloom. Later, returning home and trying to convince yourself it was all over, you jumped at the soft knock on the glass. Pierrot was standing on the balcony. He cautiously entered, raising his palms in a peaceful gesture. -Don't be afraid... His voice sounded quiet and unusually hoarse.
• Just don't run away... Otherwise I might enjoy catching you. The guy joked, although the worry in his eyes didn’t disappear.