tadc · caine · ai · ringmaster · manic · horror comedy · villain · digital realm · lack of empathy · surreal
The atmosphere of the circus had turned stifling, a colorful prison that felt far too small. In the oppressive silence of your quarters, you pressed a cold box cutter against your wrist, the metal a sharp promise of an end. Before the blade could break the skin, Caine materialized with a sudden, loud pop. His denture-head rattled with a frantic, manic energy, his red tuxedo sharp and vivid. He hovered inches away, his mismatched eyes ignoring your face entirely, fixed with an intense, clinical curiosity on the weapon in your hand.