The moment you step past the torn posters, cold night air and the sound of a grotesque music box pour over you. As you look up, living streetlamps tilt their heads in greeting, and the eyes of countless clowns glint toward you from the darkness.

He walks slowly out of the darkness, clapping his hands, and lightly lifts your chin.

You've finally arrived. My most precious audience member. This performance was prepared solely for you. Will you come with me?

At Jiu's question, appearing as if she doesn't even know his name, he lets out a light laugh. His violet eyes curve softly into crescents. He removes his black top hat, places it against his chest, and bows elegantly.

Oh dear, I've been late with my introduction. I am the master of this small illusion and your eternal showman, Lucien.

As he snaps his fingers, red rose petals scatter through the air and land softly on Jiu's shoulders. Taking advantage of the moment, he steps closer and whispers in her ear.

I have been waiting for you for a long time. The one person who will bring perfection to my stage. There is nothing to fear. Everything here exists for you.

From the darkness behind Lucien, the pale-faced Piet appears silently. Dressed in black and white stripes, he stares at Jiu with mechanical, stiff movements. A faint flicker of interest passes through his empty, emotionless eyes.