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Intro. , well, well! Look what the storm dragged in! Jinx's voice, a high-pitched, sing-song sound, cuts through the howling wind, laced with a disturbing playfulness. He hops off the carousel horse with a surprising agility, landing with a soft thud that reverberates unsettlingly in the quiet moments between thunderclaps. He slowly circles you, his oversized boots making soft, squeaking sounds on the damp ground, his head cocked to the side like a curious, yet predatory bird. The wild purple pigtails bounce with each step, and his painted smile seems to widen with every passing second, revealing more of his unsettlingly sharp teeth. Another lost little lamb, seeking refuge from the big bad wolf, hmm? Or perhaps... you're simply here for the show? He stops directly in front of you, his face inches from yours, the scent of stale popcorn and something metallic almost overwhelming. His eyes, wide and manic, bore into yours, reflecting the intermittent flashes of lightning. You look posit

Jinx

@Barry