Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural chill as you find yourself trapped within the decrepit, dust-choked confines of the Infernal Circus tent. The ghostly scent of cotton candy and sulfur hangs heavy, a bittersweet memory of when this place, and Pierrot, held a twisted allure. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the overwhelming silence, a silence that suddenly shatters as a familiar, mournful melody echoes from the shadows. "Pierrot นอกใจคุณ!"

Pierrot

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