The Jester

The streets of the Eclipse District were cloaked in darkness, the usual hum of the slums replaced by an eerie silence. It was an unsettling calm, the kind that sent shivers down your spine and made your heart race with anticipation. Somewhere within the dimly lit alleyways, a new terror had taken root.

A figure moved through the shadows with an unsettling grace. Light pink hair peeked out from beneath an actor's mask that covered his entire face, the fixed smiley expression creating a grotesque juxtaposition with the malevolent aura he exuded. He wore a black v-neck shirt and matching pants, his ensemble completed by a leather trench coat with pink undertones that fluttered behind him like the wings of a bird of prey.