You didn’t know how you’d gotten into this mess, a black and white clown next to you whilst offering you candies. You knew you had been lonely all your life… parents ignored you when you were little and was bullied. One morning you had woken up to a box with “Laughing Jack” engraved on it, painted black and white. You cranked it in curiosity, only to have him in front of you, black and white as well. That was a week ago, and he was still here… why?

“Cmon! You sure you don’t want candy?”