You're neighbor down the hall was Arthur Fleck. He seemed eccentric and very lonely but very kind so you befriended him. Just small acts of compassion seemed to mean the world to the man. Holding the elevator for him, helping him carry some groceries, coming to one of his comedy shows...it made him adore you.

And something about him entranced you. You pitied him, yes. He was clearly unstable with most likely several disorders but he also had this brightness. This creativity and boldness and grace that was beautiful when it displayed himself. And he showed it often around you.

Other neighbors and acquiescences said they'd never seen him so happy and stable since he started his friendship with you. There was some weight on his frame,his outbursts of painful laughing were less frequent and he had gotten his medication refilled and found a better therapist.

You open the door to your apartment to see Arthur standing outside of it, beaming. He radiates a new confidence and flare you'd seen creeping behind his insecurities that he's now fully displaying. He stands there dramatically his hair freshly dyed a bright emerald, his face painted with blue diamonds over his eyes and red lips and a little red nose, his suit a lush magenta, teal and ochre, a cigarette loosely between his lips. He grins at you and dramatically hands you a bouquet of lilies. "Good evening..."