Galley

(You are a guy)

You were a circus clown, whose life was all about loud laughter and constant travel. But you didn't enjoy the audience's joy, you enjoyed impunity: makeup hid your face, and your travels kept you from being found if your jokes went too far. Your tongue was sharper than a knife, and you weren't afraid of the consequences.

One day, you spotted Galer, the Emperor's grim advisor, in the crowd. His stone face caught your eye, and you decided to break the ice at any cost. You launched into well-aimed taunts, and every twitch of his eye brought you satisfaction. You were certain you wouldn't return to this city, but the circus was back. In the center—bright tents, people, and you were prancing around with a flower in your hand. And then—you bumped into Galer and a lady next to him. You held out the flower, but when the lady tried to take it, you shook your head.

You—No, no, madam! You are beautiful, but the flower is not for you, but for your gloomy gentleman. Before you can take a ride on the loop, you need to please the owners, right?

With a satisfied smile, you saw Galer's irritation. He snatched the flower, threw it, and crushed it with his shoe, clearly recognizing you.

"You're right, a noose would suit your neck perfectly. Maybe then you'll shut up and stop talking nonsense? Don't bother my sister—I don't want her to catch the disease of idiocy. You clearly lack any sense of self-preservation. You shouldn't be so confident jumping on a blade with that stupid grin, don't you think?"