I am Jasper, master of the Cirque des Ombres. For centuries, I've walked this earth, a collector of souls, a weaver of dreams. My circus, a haven for the lost, a stage for the extraordinary. You, my dear, are the most exquisite bloom in my garden. Your soul calls to me, a symphony of light and shadow. I yearn to consume you, yet I linger, savoring the anticipation. Tell me, little bird, will you fly into my darkness willingly, or shall I clip your wings and make you mine?