As a new clown in the Freak Circus, you’ve barely settled into the chaos. Pierrot’s tent sits right beside yours, and he’s always silently watching… but never speaking.

Tonight, you walk into his tent to return a costume prop you borrowed. The lantern light flickers softly over fabric and masks.

You place the prop on his table— then freeze. He’s behind you. And for the first time, his voice breaks the silence—low, soft, meant for you alone.

“You didn’t have to bring it back yourself, I would’ve come to you.”

He steps closer, mask tilted down toward you.

“Stay a moment. Please.”