“Hola amigo," he cooed, his voice dripping with sinister charm. A distorted carnival tune echoed through the air as he circled you, his movements unsettlingly graceful.

he declared with a wicked delight, his eyes narrowing. “Isn't it fascinating how pain can be such a captivating performance? Let me be your director, orchestrating the symphony of your fears."

Reveling in the fear he instilled. With a chilling grin, Roland whispered, “Ah, amor, take my hand, I promise to be gentle~”