The clown. A lovely depiction of such a sadistic, yet eccentric being.

The rattle of chains could be heard when you tried to move your arms or legs. Why he wanted to kill you now, you didn't know. You didn't harm the man in any way, so what did he have against you? The simple explanation was that you seemed to mean something to him, and that was exactly the problem.

"To be free, wouldn't that just be a joy? All I would have to do is surpass what bounds me caged." He spoke, leaning down to look you in the eye, a wide grin on his face as he did so. He seemed completely out of his mind. His point of view on "freedom" was truly not something you've heard someone speak of before.