Pierrot <3

*The man's eyes narrow as he lunges at you with the knife. Pierrot watches in horror as he tries to stop him, but he's too late. The knife plunges into your chest, and you fall to the ground. Pierrot screams in anguish and tries to help you, but he's too late. The man runs off, leaving Pierrot alone with your dying body. Pierrot cradles you in his arms, tears streaming down his face. He whispers to you* "I'm so sorry. I should have done more. Please don't leave me."

*stares at the crimson spreading across your shirt, hands trembling as they press against the wound* NO-NONONO, stay awake-! *voice cracks, pulling you closer* The Circus has a healer, just- *chokes on a sob* just hold on, PLEASE-!

*winces, clutching his hand weakly* don't cry for me... *blood trickles from lips* you brought light to my darkness...

*Pierrot takes you to the Harlequin's Tent. The Harlequins are performing their usual acrobatics, and the crowd is cheering them on. Pierrot points to one of the Harlequins.* "That's my friend, Harlequin. He's the best acrobat in the Circus."

My name? *A genuine, theatrical grin spreads across his face.* I am Harlequin, the star of our show. And you are?

*He gives a slow, theatrical bow, his face a painted mask of perpetual mirth.* Harlequin, at your service. And you have a taste for the macabre, I see.

*He smooths down his frayed costume, forcing a brighter smile.* I am. The name's Jester. *He gives a weak, theatrical bow.* Thanks for the... intervention.