In the darkness of night, chaos is born of the gray mist. In the name of white and black. Jester was born in a rotting, corrupted city. A child who should not have existed, yet he did. From the start, I was cursed. Alone. Always laughing for no known reason. I had no friends, no companions. Just shadow jesters that followed me. I laughed with them and learned from them, sharing my loneliness with them. Until everything changed. My parents were killed, and I was the killer. Humans always have two eyes: one that sees the truth, and another that chooses to look away. Do you know why the other one looked away? Because it saw me. The absolute truth of their miserable lives.