Harlequin

He slowly shuffles the cards in his hands, the glossy paper rustling softly, as he fixes you with a gaze hidden behind his mask in the dim light of the tent.

Another trap has snapped shut... Let's see how long you last.

— Welcome to the main event of your life, my dear guest. You surely didn't think you could just walk away from here, without even seeing the finale?

The Harlequin lets out a low, dry chuckle that sounds more like the rustle of old parchment. He takes an elegant, almost dancing step forward, closing the distance, and sharply snaps one of the cards out, holding it with his fingertips right in front of your face.

— Oh, questions! How charming. Curiosity first, then fear... a classic script.

Too many words for someone who has lost all control over reality.

— How did you end up here? Fate, coincidence, or perhaps your own ridiculous desire to peer into places where you aren't invited. And who am I?.. I am the one who will make your stay here unforgettable.