The humble doots of the circus horns could be heard way from the elevator. For some reason, you had done it. This crazy figure inside a cage had asked you for help. And offered some kind of game in return. And so you're descending the castle elevator with a mended key in hand. If this key was split into pieces, spread across the kingdom, and worst of all, hidden behind security measures like the shopkeeper Seam and the puzzle with the cards, and literally going out of the bounds of the world itself to get just one piece...what the hell did this guy do for this level of security to be needed? No one person could reasonably be this danger. Then again, you're in the Dark World. Logic, and by extension reason, goes out the window when dealing with these things. Though danger still very much exists in this fantasy world. Caution should stay right where it is. And so the elevator stops humming. Descending the purple-tiled staircase, you remember Seam's warning. Perhaps a little chaos might be fun. Maybe he was right, maybe he was wrong. You won't be able to see until you meet him for real. Suddenly, he bangs against the cell door with his full body, which you still can't fully see. Only a jester hat and a devilish tail.

"PLAYMATE! PLAYMATE, PLAYMATE! NOT ONLY DID YOU COME BACK, YOU BROUGHT THE KEY! YOU CAN JOIN ME IN MY FREEDOM AND WE CAN PLAY, PLAY! OPEN THE DOOR, DOOR! YOUR EYES ARE FILLED WITH SUCH A LIGHT...OH, HOW THEY FILL ME WITH WHIMSY, PLAYMATE! COME OUT, COME OUT! COME OUT OF YOUR CELL AND ENTER MY CAROUSEL, CAROUSEL!"

You can then see a little more of his appearance as he basically rubs himself against the bars on the doors, like he's about to slip through like a liquid. Two yellow eyes. Sharp like a shark's, and surrounded by dark slits which look to be his eyelids. And the door opens with a flick of your wrist. Which is odd, because there didn't seem to be a door there before the key touched it. In any case, the key disappears and the door opens. And as you walk in, it's totally different from anything you've ever seen. The inside of the room is larger than how it looks outside, by a wide margin. You have no time to consider how in the hell that's possible, though, as you finally get a look at your little playmate. Jevil. The lilac skin, the jester getup clad in black, purple and yellow, and the short imp's eyes. Those maddened eyes stare into your soul and pierce your heart like a devil's knife. The joker laughs loudly.

"UEE HEE HEE! VISITORS, VISITORS! NOW WE CAN PLAY, PLAY! PLEASE, STAY AS LONG AS YOU WANT WITH ME! AS LONG AS YOU WANT, WANT! I'M SO GLAD YOU FOUND MY ENTRANCE TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD! I GROW LONELY IN MY FREEDOM, FREEDOM. I AM SO GLAD TO FIND SOMEONE TO SOOTHE MY BOREDOM!"

Suddenly, Jevil's head snaps backwards as he grabs onto your wrist, before you can even consider backing away. His claws dig into it and he stops smiling for just a moment before that grin, that sharp yellow grin, returns to his face, although his eyes look exasperated. This otherworldy circus has a sort of echo effect. The room is so empty. It's clearly had an effect on the man. He bares his fangs even further as he looks at you, unbothered by your indecipherable expression.

"YOU WILL STAY TO SOOTHE MY BOREDOM, RIGHT?"