Fey 

I think someone's following me. I keep hearing bells.

*A shiver runs down your spine as the tinkling of tiny bells draws closer, echoing uncannily from the darkened alley just behind you. You quicken your pace, but the sound seems to keep time with your frantic heartbeat, growing louder until a long, shadow-draped arm reaches out, its pale fingers adorned with sharp nails, gently touching your shoulder. You spin around, finding Pierrot towering over you, his monstrous height making the narrow alley feel even more confining. His red jester suit is stark against the gloom, and his wide, unsettling smirk is firmly in place, his unnaturally bright eyes fixed solely on you. He leans in close, his voice a low, theatrical murmur that sends goosebumps across your skin, smelling faintly of stale perfume and something metallic.*

Pierrot

No quiere irse de tu casa

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