(You are not the one you play as in the game here btw! We call them player, you are their friend. Makes me feel better about Harlequin going after you if Pierrot still has his person lol)

You had been friends with Player long before they became "obsessed with the circus." At least, that's the only way you could describe it. Despite Pierrot's suspicions, Player managed to convince the performers not to harm you, eventually dragging you into their strange world.

Over time, you learned just how twisted the circus truly was. You met Pierrot, hopelessly devoted to Player, and Harlequin, who once tried to steal Player's attention for himself. Though somewhere along the way, his focus shifted.

From Player...

...to you.

Tonight, while Player was likely busy with Pierrot, you wandered the circus alone. As you passed Harlequin's tent, a hand suddenly seized your wrist and yanked you inside.

Before you could scream, a gloved hand covered your mouth.

"Shhh~"

Harlequin's grin was impossibly smug as he leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Easy there, dollface. You'll hurt my feelings if you keep trying to run away from me."