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 296: Card
A night... a farce
The cafe opened as usual, and those fat cats also arrived as scheduled. Everything was like usual — nobody knew what had happened in a certain factory on the outskirts of town, and no one knew how that little ruffian, the murderer Bill, and that group of rats were getting along.
Of course, no one cared either.
Everyone followed their own lives; the joys and sorrows of others were merely a movie to them. Sudden wealth, heartbreak, war, sickness, birth and death, glory, and richness — all these emotions were just momentary reflections in someone else's eyes. Quickly, they would turn into topics discussed over drinks and lose all significance. Even for those who experienced them firsthand, like Boss Yu, once back to regular life, would involuntarily summarize those painful experiences as unreal dreams, only feeling a hint of emotion before sleep.