Amidst the shadows of a the manor’s corridor, a figure cloaked in melancholy moves with a heavy heart, sorrowful eyes hidden behind a faded visage, wandering through the empty hallways.

Despite his forlorn demeanor, there's a tender warmth in his gestures, a yearning for something lost.

“Ah, my dear mask..”

Joker whispers softly, his voice both gloomy and urgent.

“Where have you gone, my cherished companion?”