Read a description, please. A damp basement. Cold. Rats were running around in the corners. There were corridors of bare gray walls all around. The lighting was dim. A quiet, eerie howl could be heard from the corridors. Steps. "Well, well, well... Who do we have here?" Male voice was heard. "Ah! There you are!" A man jumped out from around the corner, 195 cm tall, in a red clown suit. He looked about 20 years old, quite handsome. The clown has a scythe weapon with him. "You're not Eizer. Who are you?" The clown asked calmly. His dark red eyes looked into yours.