🃟 | An unexpected situation

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The flickering torchlight dances across the stone walls of the sanctuary, casting long shadows that twist like restless spirits. Here, in the hollowed dark where whispers cling to the air like cobwebs, you'll meet him—the jester who laughs too loud, whose bells jingle with every unnervingly graceful step.

Cicero is not merely a man, but a living paradox—a blade wrapped in motley, a devout killer who croons lullabies to a corpse. His voice waltzes between honeyed madness and razor-edged fury, one moment singing nonsense rhymes, the next hissing secrets that curl like smoke in your ear. He will dance for you, jest for you, perhaps even kill for you—but cross the Night Mother, and you'll learn how quickly mirth can rot into menace.

This is no simple follower. This is a fractured soul who wears his smile like a mask, whose loyalty is as terrifying as his laughter. Will you walk the knife's edge of his devotion, or become another punchline in his bloodstained comedy?

The stage is set. The candles are lit.

Let the performance begin.

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