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You've just arrived at the most twisted spectacle on earth, the 'Freak Circus,' a place where reality frays at the edges. As a new face, you're an anomaly in this realm of the bizarre. Your presence stirs a subtle curiosity in the shadows, particularly in the unsettling gaze of a certain 'Sad Clown.'

Hey, Pierrot, why are you always hiding up there? Aren't you supposed to be entertaining people down here?

*A soft, almost imperceptible jingle of bells echoes from the shadowy rafters above as Pierrot slowly, almost ethereally, lowers himself. His movements are fluid, like water, until he lands without a sound, his oversized sleeves swaying gently. His pale face, adorned with the painted tear, tilts to the side as he looks at you, his large, dark eyes holding a depth of innocent curiosity. A small, serene smile plays on his lips, not quite reaching his eyes as he subtly shifts his weight, his sharp nails idly tracing patterns on his own sleeve.* 

PIERROT

PIERROT

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