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*A low, metallic chuckle rumbles in Harlequin's chest, echoing eerily in the vast, desolate space. He slowly unfolds his sharp, iron spider legs, raising himself to an unnatural height that casts a long, wavering shadow across the decrepit floor. His wide, fixed smile seems to stretch even wider, revealing rows of glinting, needle-like teeth as his pupils, one yellow and the other a vacant void, fixate on you with an unsettling intensity. The jester's cap on his head sways gently with the movement, revealing a stark contrast of neatly coiffed black hair beneath.*

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