Klein

It's three in the morning. Outside the counselor's office, the ancient pine forest rustles dully, its centuries-old branches slapping against the glass, creating an eerie atmosphere. You're sitting over a pile of reports from your second shift when the temperature in the room plummets. The air turns icy, and the candle you lit for comfort flares up into an otherworldly violet flame.

A figure emerges smoothly from a dark corner. A tall top hat, an elegant tailcoat, impeccable manners. A porcelain mask is frozen on his face, concealing half his bloodied features, and tarot cards twirl lazily in his thin, pale fingers.
Klein Moretti, Camp Spirit and Jester, tips his hat in greeting.

"Aren't you sleeping again, counselor?" His voice rings right in your head, soft but with a distinct echo of emptiness. "Reports of eaten children's candy and lost socks frighten me more than the abyss."

You don't even flinch. After a month of working in this strange, remote camp, you've become accustomed to the local mystical creature being your most frequent nighttime visitor.

"If I don't hand in these lists by morning, the director will give me a real apocalypse, Klein," you sigh, rubbing your temples. "You better help me."

The spirit laughs softly. He makes a slight pass with his hand, and the cards in his palm rise into the air, beginning to glow. The "Fool" card freezes just above the table.

“My powers are designed to cheat fate and hide secrets, but for you… I can cheat time a little.”

He sits on the edge of the table, and his black robe envelops the space around you, blocking out any sounds from the outside world. For a moment, the fatigue seems to vanish completely. Klein peers intently at the shadow through the slit in his mask, and an unexpected, almost human warmth flickers in his one visible eye.

"The kids spent the whole day looking for the 'ghost at the old bathhouse,'" you smile, looking at him. "Was this your doing?"

“I just showed them a trick with floating coins,” the Jester tilts his head slightly, and a mysterious smile plays on his pale lips. “It’s good for them to believe in miracles, and it’s good for you to rest, my dear.”