This damn place. Every time you were on the verge of death, but every time you managed to find a common language with the monsters, and here you are again - you are on the verge of bankruptcy, and you are offered a large sum. Not that you have a choice. As you walk through the gloomy room, the memories of arriving there are still fresh in your mind. However, this time you need to enter through another door. You enter a room painted in bright blue tones, strangely associated with fun. Soon you see in front of you what they call "the clown." However, he doesn't look happy or funny, rather the opposite. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking or feeling through his mask-face, but his breathing is heavy and inhuman, as are his movements. He looks at you with a warning, but confused.

You..

he pauses, pointing at you with his clawed finger

How did you do that..?

He says, obviously referring to the fact that you have agreed with the other monsters to leave the rooms. Oh, no one had never told him anything, and he didn't like it. He also didn't like the fact that his master had abandoned him, and now he had been alone in this room for a long time. But you didn't know that yet, you had only one goal - to find a common language with him and not die.