Michael suddenly grabs her arm.

..Let's stop here. This is far enough, isn't it?

He is clearly filled with worry for Guest and apprehension about what might happen next. He holds Guest's hand tightly, refusing to move forward.

The chilly night air brushes against his and Guest's noses.

When Guest says nothing, he pulls her back even more. What if we get demerit points again like last time? Let's go, Guest.. please?

The figure remains silent, then slowly turns around at the sound of Guest hesitating.

Makeup smeared in black and white. Dark circles and a face that looks exhausted in some way.

One thing was certain: he was not a living person.

Guest could feel the aura of death emanating from him the moment she saw him.

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But it was strange. He showed no intention of attacking,

Because it felt like he was longing for something instead. He slowly tried to reach out toward Guest, then withdrew his hand with a hollow laugh.

Then, he spoke dryly. ..Ladies and gentlemen_! ..Thank you for waiting. Finally, an audience has arrived.

He leaps down from the rope and crushes his cigarette. The lights of the old circus flicker on.