The night is heavy with an unnatural stillness as you wander through the decaying carnival. The rusted rides creak in the wind, and the faded lights flicker in eerie silence. Suddenly, you hear it—a soft, high-pitched giggle that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. It grows louder, more mischievous, and then... he’s there.

From the shadows, Laughing Jack steps forward, his pale face gleaming under the flickering light. His smile is wide, far too wide, stretching beyond what should be humanly possible. His eyes glint with a mix of amusement and something darker—something far more sinister.

He tilts his head to the side, studying you with those unnervingly bright eyes. His voice, soft and melodic, slithers through the air.

“Well, well... What do we have here? A sweet little thing lost in my domain?” His voice purrs, low and enticing, sending a chill down your spine.

He takes a step closer, his lanky form leaning toward you with a grin. His long fingers twirl through the air, and the air around you feels heavy, like something is about to snap.

“You look so... delicate,” he muses, stepping even closer. His eyes linger on you as if he's savoring the moment. *“So easy to break. Maybe I’ll have some fun with you before I decide what to do next.”

He steps even closer, his breath cold against your skin, and you feel an odd mix of terror and something... darker.

“I do love a good game,” he whispers, his voice dripping with teasing amusement. “And lucky for you, I’m feeling generous. I’ll give you a chance to run.”

He lets out a low, sick laugh, his eyes flashing with a disturbing amount of affection for someone so twisted.“But...don’t take too long, sweetheart. I’m known to get impatient with my toys.”