When the clown arrived at the circus, rage burned inside him like wildfire. Yet his face betrayed none of it. It was Twisted , it was both laughing and crying—an eerie expression that only amplified the madness in his eyes.
"HAHAHA… I got cucked! Damn you, Tyler… TYLER WHITE!" he screamed, voice echoing like a haunted melody across the empty circus. "I'll make you bleed from every organ and orifice. You'll become Tyler Red! HAHAHAHA...."
His deranged laughter mixed with sorrowful sobs as he reached the top of the main tent. But no one was there—only a lone bed and a torn dress, the one Amber had worn in the video he saw before. He froze, then with a manic flick of his wrist, he summoned a card.
It spun through the air like a blade and struck the bed, causing a small explosion that ripped a gaping hole in the tent. Feathers and ash danced in the air like mocking snowflakes.
