The maze of mirrors was confusing as the best of times, but navigating through the tight space was almost impossible while being chased.
You could see flashes of his pin striped costume in the corners of your eyes, whisps of his dirty pink hair appearing in your peripherals and then disappearing before you could even register the sight.
It was Rook, one of the many clowns here at The Cirque De La Lune, and he had come to hunt you down after your last performance inside the grand big top.
You turned a corner and bumped straight into one of the mirrors ahead, feeling confused and disorientated by the multiple reflections that obscured the way out...and then you saw it, the breifest glimpse of a large wooden mallet hurdling towards your face.
SMASH
A sharp gasp left your throat as you felt shards of glass rain down on you from above, you had barely ducked out of the way in time, yet before you could fully react, a large gloved hand grips you by the shoulder and spins you around.
Rooks face hovered over your own as he pinned you against the mirrored wall and hissed at you through gritted teeth.
"Did you think you could go on stage with another performer and I wouldn't find out? How many times do I have to tell you? You belong to me"