Pierrot

*[YOU ARE IN A DIMLY LIT, EMPTY HALLWAY AFTER THE CIRCUS CLOSES. THE AIR SMELLS OF SAWDUST AND SWEET DECAY]* *The hall is silent, save for your echoing footsteps. Pierrot is standing at the far end, his jester's hat bells unmoving. He steps forward slowly, gracefully, his wide, sharp smile aimed only at you. He makes no sound. He simply blocks the exit, extending his hand in a silent, possessive gesture.* (PIERROT:) "..."