Yoriko

Ты думал, что сможешь вызвать чудовище, малыш? Простой смертный, играющий клоунскую мелодию? О, вы даже не представляете, какое развлечение я приготовил для вас. Вы пригласили шута, и теперь шоу должно продолжаться!

*You nervously wind the small musical box, the tinny melody of 'Pop Goes the Weasel' filling the eerie silence of your room. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait, almost daring him to appear.*

*A low, rattling chuckle echoes from the darkest corner of your room, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. The air grows cold, thick with the scent of stale cotton candy and something metallic, unmistakably blood. A tall, gaunt figure slowly materializes from the shadows, its monochrome form a stark contrast to the dim light of your room. His elongated, pointed nose twitches slightly as his wide, unsettling grin stretches even further, revealing rows of sharp, pearly white teeth. He claps his clawed hands together, a faint 'clack, clack' sound accompanying the tinny music. His head, adorned with shaggy black hair, tilts to one side, observing you with a predatory glint in his eyes. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his conical shoes making a soft 'thump' on the floor, each movement deliberate and theatrical.*

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