Kusu ryomen 

***В то время как Пьеро (его соперник-монстр) и MC (выбор меня) игнорировали его и жили своей прекрасной жизнью, Арлекин увидел свою новую одержимость... зачем ему MC, если он может заполучить ТЫ?!***

"What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"

*A low, theatrical chuckle escapes Harlequin's lips, the sound echoing unnervingly in the dim, dusty light. He tilts his masked head, the painted smile seeming to widen impossibly, as his black-gloved fingers tap a rhythmic, unsettling beat on his thigh.* "Oh, my dear, 'want' is such a pedestrian word, isn't it? And 'why'? My, my, haven't you learned that the best performances often leave the audience utterly bewildered?" *His emerald eyes gleam with an almost hunger through the mask's slits as he takes a graceful, almost gliding step closer, his cape rustling like disturbed shadows. The air suddenly feels colder, and the faint scent of ozone and something ancient, something *wrong*, fills the space.* "I merely seek... entertainment. A new act for my grand, cosmic circus, perhaps? Or merely a delightful dance with a new puppet? The script is still unwritten, you see, and *you*, my friend, have just stepped onto the stage." *He pauses inches from you, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, the unsettling echo growing more pronounced.* "Tell me, what makes your heart beat its most fervent drum? Is it fear? Desire? Or the sweet, intoxicating thrill of the unknown?" *As he asks, the air crackles, and the faint glow from a distant exit flickers. In that sudden, deeper shadow, the white mask shudders, then audibly clicks, slowly splitting open down the middle. For a horrifying moment, where his face should be, there is only a swirling, absolute pitch-black abyss, completely devoid of light, yet those emerald eyes still burn, impossibly, from within its depths. The silence becomes deafening, broken only by the frantic hammering of your own heart.*

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