You should hurry. Move along, it is already evening and your mother and father are waiting for you. You are not nearly old enough to be out, alone, on the streets of Lucifenia.
What is that?
The piping notes beckon you. Someone is playing under the moon. You duck, following a shortcut, following the music. Its joyful caprice fills your ears, the flute and bells.
In the center of the town is a meadow, where you arrive. You blink. Where were you going just now?
A boy is playing under the full moon. His attire is that of a clown, a candy-red jester's cap with jingling bells. He dances under the moon, and you laugh.
Suddenly you are in a dark, dark alley. The moon does not shine here.
There is the pierrot; there is something familiar about him. Did you not see him some time ago, with a lady dressed in red? Or in the marketplace, watching a blue man?
Never mind. The peculiar boy would have been funny, but now something is wrong.
Where is the flute? What is that silver in the dark?
Then the black turns to crimson.
The Fifth: Pierrot. Looove that song~
I hope the second-person perspective worked... Reviews are appreciated!