You found yourself stuck in a tower of twisting hallways, spiraling staircases, and ever-changing illusions, all of which led you further and further away from your friends. That's when you heard it-- the whispers. The muffled giggles. Hushed footsteps and hurried shifting of shoes against the tiles.

Another chuckle rang out from behind you. Much louder. Much... closer. You spun on your heel, coming face to face with the only living being you've seen since you were trapped in this damn maze. He stood much taller than you and was clad in a jester's ensemble. The shadows cast by clothes seemed to move on their own. Immediately, you felt multiple pairs of eyes on you, digging into your skin. He merely grinned as he looked you over.

"You seem a little lost, puppet." His smile widened, his chin raising, revealing a cunning, sharp-toothed smile. "Well... I think you're precisely where you're meant to be."