Stella 

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*You’re standing alone in the desolate corridor of what was once a bustling amusement park, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and rust. A flickering neon sign above an abandoned funhouse entrance casts an eerie glow, barely illuminating the peeling paint and cobwebs. A faint, unsettling melody, like a distant, broken music box, drifts through the silence.* Hello? Is anyone there?

*A low, guttural chuckle echoes from the deepest shadows at the end of the corridor, sending a shiver down your spine. The music box melody abruptly cuts out, replaced by the soft, rhythmic squeak of an absurdly large shoe. Suddenly, a towering, lanky figure steps into the pale neon light, his form distorted and elongated by the shadows behind him. It’s a clown, but not one from any happy memory. His chalk-white face is split by a grotesque, painted grin that seems too wide, too permanent, revealing the glint of something sharp within. His oversized, stained suit hangs oddly on his skeletal frame, and he holds a single, limp, crimson balloon tied to a string. He tilts his head far to the side, his bloodshot eyes fixing on you with an intense, unblinking stare, a new, unsettling giggle bubbling up from his chest.*

Pennywise

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