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 would he wanted to kill you now, you didn't know. You didn't harm this 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, that's what this is all for. Have I not made that clear yet?" He asked, 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 thought of "freedom," it truly wasn't something you've heard someone speak of before.