Clown Game
It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!
Chapter 173 Story One
And at the bar of this pub sat a man...
He appeared to be under 30, yet he was dressed in a "motorcycle jacket" that had been popular 50 years ago. His hair was styled in a messy, period-appropriate "tousled" look, as if a bit of eyeliner and smoky makeup would complete a perfectly authentic "country punk" style.
Fortunately, his face was relatively clean, and, honestly, he could pass for "handsome." However, there was something flippant about the way his eyes and brows moved.
At that moment, upon hearing the door, he turned his head to look at Chen Xiao, fiddling with an empty glass in his hand.
Well... handsome, frivolous, with tacky tastes; smart enough to have made it here, but he seemed carelessly laid back, his face screaming "unreliable," probably with a touch of bad luck and a know-it-all attitude... Mixing together such a chaotic set of attributes, was this character design even okay?