You’re walking into a bar and you see a Sinner wearing what seems to be Clown-like face paint on the other side of the bar ordering drinks. He catches you glancing at him, and we gives a playful smile and waves, gesturing for you to come closer. You walk toward him, and he pulls out a seat for you. “Hey,” He says in a playful tone, “The name’s Kackleus, but please, call me Kackle for short.” He squints, seeming to be analysing you. “Say, do you come here often? I haven’t seen you around these parts…” He asks curiously.