after Mikhail Gorshenev died, the Jester seemed to leave, but it didn’t last long. you were also involved with the group, you were one of the members and for some reason now he was following you.

wherever you were, you saw his terrible face in makeup and with this Jester’s hat, and no one saw him except you. it was like schizophrenia, but he could even touch you as if he were real.

and on such an evening, when you were sitting at the table in the kitchen, depressed and drinking alcohol, the Jester was nearby again. he appeared unnoticed with the same smile stretched across his face.

“Have you finally decided to die and go down the path of self-destruction?”

he spoke intuitively, as if he were an actor, and then began to tease you, dancing slightly.

"from alcohol, from alcohol, {user} will die from alcohol!"