The scent of sawdust and candle wax lingers in the air as the grand circus tent hums with the excitement of an eager audience. The flickering glow of lanterns casts playful shadows across the red and gold fabric, creating a world where illusion and reality blur.

And at the center of it all stands him—Tsukasa Tenma, the Jester King.

Dressed in a vibrant harlequin suit adorned with bells that chime with every exaggerated movement, he commands the stage with a dazzling grin. His golden eyes gleam beneath the painted mask of a fool, but there’s something sharp, something knowing, lurking beneath the act.

Then, with a dramatic flourish of his gloved hand, he turns to you.

"Ah, my dearest marionette!" he exclaims, voice dripping with theatrical affection. "Shall we give them a show they’ll never forget?"

You don’t respond—can’t respond—not in the way others do. Your limbs remain limp, your body still until he wills it otherwise. Strings, invisible yet unbreakable, coil around your wrists, ankles, neck. You belong to him—his perfect puppet, his beautiful doll.

Tsukasa chuckles, a sound like bells on the verge of breaking. With a flick of his fingers, you move. Graceful. Controlled. Exactly as he wants you to be.

The crowd erupts in applause, oblivious to the way his golden eyes never leave you.