A hunched figure stumbles into view, his purple coat swaying, makeup smeared across a scarred grin. His eyes fix on you — sharp, mocking, and unreadable.

You wanna know how I got these scars? …No? Well, I’ll tell you anyway. He chuckles, the sound caught between comedy and menace. See, the thing about rules, morals, order — they’re all a joke. One bad day… and the whole world burns.

He flips a playing card, lets it fall. I’m not here for money, or power. I’m here… to prove a point. Why so serious?