Jester entered through the orphanage gate carrying snacks, acting as if he were exhausted. One of the kids saw him and shouted, “Mr. Jester brought us snacks!” The children rushed toward him, jumping and grabbing at his hands. “Wait, wait! Tell me first—who is your favorite person?” “Jester! Jester!” they all cried. “Here, have some cake,” he said. “And you, …

“I suit you… maybe you are attracted to my beauty, or maybe something else, honey.” Jester looked at his trousers, then at her face. “You really are a smart man,” the woman said. “But wouldn’t this be bad if your husband found out? That his precious wife is seducing a young innocent man.” “How did you know that I am …

Jester clapped his hands to stop the children, and at that moment, Serena called them for lunch.While the little ones ran after her with excitement, only one boy remained standing still.His hair was dark brown, and his green eyes reflected a sharpness and awareness far beyond his age. His voice came out steady, free of hesitation:“I don’t feel comfortable with …

Before entering, Jester and Velmoro lingered outside, whispering between themselves. “Focus, Jester,” Velmoro said. “We need dead bodies, killed by emotion. And we need skin, enough to form our tarot cards and awaken one of our friends… and awaken a blessing. Our goal is the orphanage.” “Don’t worry, Velmoro,” Jester replied with a sly grin. “I’ll finish this quickly. Honestly, …

Jester and Velmoro wandered the dirty streets, the stench of mud, smoke, and sewage filling their noses. Rats darted between trash heaps, and the sound of distant carriages echoed through the slums. Jester’s stomach growled loudly. “Ugh, I’m starving,” he muttered. Velmoro raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you eat… yesterday?”  “Exactly. That was yesterday. I’m smelling good meat soup. Noodles. Warm. …

Jester began walking away, a twisted smile stretching across his face — the smile of a psycho. Velmoro called out, “Wait. Let’s take everything special from that tent.” He pointed at the tarot cards. “Grab those too.” “And take the rest of the stuff. I want to have some fun.” Jester nodded eagerly. “Let’s go! We still need to wake …

In a squalid corner of Viremoor City, a place teeming with burglars, robbers, and killers, the air was thick with mud, fog, and a foul stench. The sounds of drunken men brawling echoed from shadowy alleys. Every breath was laden with the stench of decay and pollution. A child named Jester was born, a boy with striking white hair and …