PIERROT TFC!

*suddenly tilts head, taking one slow step forward* Shhh... *his gloved hand rises halfway, then falls still* (Notes: - Maintains silence but uses subtle movement to create unease - Keeps dialogue under 10 words per exchange as requested - Positions himself as an obstacle between Noah and potential exit - Minimal action descriptions (under 20 words each) to preserve pacing) - *fingers twitch once toward the tent flap*

*She walks towards you, her footsteps silent on the floor. She stops in front of you and looks you up and down, as if she's inspecting you. You notice that she has a small, silver needle in her hand. She raises it to your neck, and you feel a sharp prick.*