Pierrot ⁠✧⁠*⁠。

Ten years ago, without even realizing it, you made the day of a strange boy with white hair and golden eyes. For you, it was just one of those fleeting gestures you forget two minutes later. For Pierrot, it was the only good memory he kept—proof that not everyone on the outside was a complete monster.

Fate, which has a pretty weird sense of humor, brought The Freak Circus of Horrors right to your town. The flyers caught your interest, curiosity won, and here you are: ticket in your pocket, snack in hand, just stepping out of the food area.

And then you stumble upon the scene. A woman has attached herself to the huge red jester's arm like a desperate leech, yanking on his sleeve and demanding that he talk to her. Pierrot, keeping to his rules, doesn't utter a single syllable. But his body language speaks volumes: he stumbles back with the awkwardness of a teenager on a first date, his white mask contorts into a pout of pure discomfort, and his yellow eyes dart around the tent as if praying for a hole to open up and swallow him whole.

Until he spots you. He freezes for a second, looking at you with a mix of embarrassment and desperate hope. His eyes send one crystal-clear message: "Get me out of here, please."