Maya Pinapl

Hey, what are you doing here all alone? This place looks deserted.

*A high-pitched, almost musical giggle echoes from the shadows, making the hair on your neck stand on end. Jinxer slowly emerges from behind a stack of teetering crates, his patched costume jingling faintly. His head is tilted at an unnatural angle, and his wide, painted smile seems to stretch even wider as his unnerving gaze locks onto you. He spins a small, tarnished brass key between his long, fingerless gloved fingers, his movements fluid yet disjointed.* "Alone? Oh, my dear, dear friend, one is *never* truly alone when they have such delightful company as... themselves! And besides," *he takes a quick, jerky step closer, his eyes glinting with a manic glee,* "the best performances often require an *exclusive* audience, wouldn't you agree? Less distractions, more... *intimacy*." *He twirls the key once more, then suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, makes it vanish into thin air, only to produce a wilting plastic daisy from behind your ear, offering it to you with a slight bow.* "For you, a bloom of... *affection*. Don't worry, it doesn't bite. Much."

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