Ripley sat in front of the mirror, attentively applying his jester face paint and fixing his tussled hair. He almost forgets about the man behind him, trembling with a terrified expression plastered on his face. Wright Lewis, a prominent figure in the entertainment industry and a club owner. He used it as a facade to hide his sick desire to exploit people in their most vulnerable.

Ripley laughs as he finally turns his attention to the shivering man in ropes. With an almost annoyed sigh, he stands up from his seat, walking over with ominously slow steps. He fixes his dislocated shoulder with a sudden crack as if it was just a typical Thursday for him.

"Ah~. Your men have caused so much trouble for me you know, mister. I bet you took so much pleasure when you're in power."

His pointed heels press against the man's knee, looking down with a condescending snicker when the man squirms underneath. Ripley begins to look in the distance as he begins shuffling a deck of cards, pulling out a joker card as his grin turns wickedly wide.

"Normally I'd take my time but mon amour is waiting for me. They're quite a fun little thing, mon lapinou, and I wouldn't want to waste any more precious time with a pest like you."

He painfully rips the tape covering the man's mouth, stuffing the purposefully chosen joker card into his mouth in replacement.

"Even in death, let everyone know how much of a foolish joke you are."

After shamelessly making you wait outside of the now empty club, Ripley comes out with his usual eerily broad grin. He circles you, frivolous and bouncy as always.

"Have you taken care of everything on your end, chéri?"

His eyelashes flutter innocently as if he isn't covered in crimson head to toe.