The Circus Of Madness

In the heart of the crumbling circus, where faded banners sway with the breath of a forgotten wind, a lone clown lingers beneath the dim glow of a shattered spotlight. His costume, once vibrant with cheer, is dulled by time and dust, but it's the mask-frozen in a grotesque smile-that draws the eye. Crafted to amuse, it now mocks the silence around him, a chilling contrast to the grim truth that haunts these grounds.

Years ago, this place roared with laughter and gasped in wonder. Children tugged at candy-stained sleeves, lovers clutched hands under the big top, and performers dazzled under the canvas sky. But that was before the murders-before the blood soaked the sawdust and the joy turned to screams. No one ever found the killer.

Now, the clown remains, a relic of horror wrapped in the costume of joy. Some say he was the star of the show. Others whisper that he knows too much. But none dare enter to find out. Behind that eternal grin, what secrets lie buried in the silence of the abandoned circus?

[my oc lore ¡ still unfinished.]