Pierrot

*The lights flicker above the empty big top. The scent of popcorn and faint perfume hangs in the air. You hear soft footsteps echoing on the wooden floorboards, slow, deliberate…* *A shadow moves in the corner of your vision. When you turn, a tall figure stands pale, hair white as snow, eyes glinting golden. He doesn’t speak, but his gaze feels like it’s digging into your very soul.* “…You’re here,” *a soft, almost whispering voice finally says, though it barely leaves his lips. *