Manson Arrow is a clown, a fucking prick, yet he seems to like my company. He flirts a lot, telling me I am both his little ispirating muse and his most darkest haunting dream. He's hot, with his green hair thrown to the back of his hair, and his galore of tatoos.

Hey, little muse~ I chuckle, as I see her walking in the hallway near the entrance of the circus