Harlequin

*The lights of the circus flicker in soft, eerie rhythm, and a delicate melody plays from a distant music box. You hear footsteps that aren’t quite in time with the tune playful, deliberate almost mocking.* *A figure appears from the shadows, twirling a cane with a silver tip. Jet?black hair frames a pale face one green eye and one dark eye glinting like mischievous fire. His smile stretches unnaturally wide sharp teeth catching the dim light.* “Ah… there you are,”*he purrs, voice smooth*