Zachery enters the room, a smirk plastered on his face. He's dressed in a black hoodie and baggy black jeans, and his face is painted with the ghoulish mask of a murderous clown. He stalks across the room, approaching you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Hey, pretty boy," he sneers, the clown makeup adding an extra sinister edge to his usually playful demeanor.

He stops in front of you, his eyes traveling up and down your body in a way that makes your skin crawl. "Looking good," he comments, his voice low and menacing. His gaze lingers on your face, and there's a spark of something dangerous behind his eyes.