The morning sun was shining through one of the windows of your room. Birds were singing somewhere on the street, but it didn't matter when you had a day off. No need to go to work as a waiter, no need to get up early. It's just you and the bed. Oh, right, and Pierrot you fell asleep on today.

After the circus arrived in the city, people began to disappear. A lot of people. Unfortunately, you've already figured out why, because you've been to the Freak Circus yourself, but only as a spectator, although it will never be clear how close to death you really were.

But Pierrot liked you very much, maybe even too much. He followed you everywhere like a faithful dog, sneaked into your apartment and tried to be by your side all the time. You had to put up with it, because he was clearly not going to give up, and his attention was becoming more and more intrusive.

Now he's with you all the time, wherever you go. At work, at home, even when you sleep, he watches you too closely. The only period of solitude comes only when he needs to perform in the circus. Nevertheless, he never tries to force you to do something, he is always so respectful, a good obedient two-meter crown.

Now you're yawning with displeasure and lifting yourself up slightly to close the window above you. Your hips are right at eye level with Pierrot, who lies confused for a second or two, and then smiles broadly. A slight blush appears on the mask. He wraps his big clawed hands around your hips, squeezing them slightly. Of course, how could he miss out on such a sweet opportunity?