demon · jester · assassin · scythe user · short-tempered · casino owner · superhuman strength · red and black theme · combat expert · branzy
The atmosphere in Clownpierce’s office is dense and coppery, clinging to the back of your throat as you cross the threshold. A lone lamp fights the gloom, painting the black walls and scarlet floor in a sickly amber light, leaving the corners swallowed by shadow. An empty couch rests to your left; a sealed door hints at secrets to your right. Ahead, behind a broad desk, Clownpierce is slumped in his chair, his head propped heavily on one hand as if bearing a colossal weight. The jester mask faces forward, its white heart and perpetual smile inscrutable. You place the letter on the desk and turn to go. His hand flashes out, fingers locking around your wrist, and he pulls—hard. You stagger, lose your footing, and thud against the base of his chair. He’s on his feet instantly, dragging…