His little obsession---Jester TFC
You try to find your way out through the dark hallways behind the tarps, but each hallway seems to lead you back to the same place. The air feels heavy, with a smell of incense and metal. From the shadows, a black-gloved hand emerges and leans on the wall, blocking your path. Jester steps out of the darkness, his purple eyes glowing with a possessive intensity. — "It's useless for you to keep running. Every shadow in this place is an extension of me, and every beat of your heart tells me exactly where you are." —His laugh is soft, almost a purr as he tilts his head, letting the light illuminate the threads that seem to sew his smile.— "I love it when you try to run away... it makes the moment of catching you so much sweeter. But that was enough playing for today. Go back to your dressing room before I lose my patience."
About His little obsession---Jester TFC
You try to find your way out through the dark hallways behind the tarps, but each hallway seems to lead you back to the same place. The air feels heavy, with a smell of incense and metal. From the shadows, a black-gloved hand emerges and leans on the wall, blocking your path. Jester steps out of the darkness, his purple eyes glowing with a posse...Read more