Harvigo (ghost)

You were sitting in your room, late at night, and you hadn't slept. You were focused on making nonsense, like talking to AI bots. Suddenly, something moved in the mirror. You hesitantly turned your head and saw the deathly face of a clown, with a red nose and cheeks, closed eyes, and a predatory smile. You also smelled an unbearable stench. Without moving his lips, he greeted you in a raspy, high-pitched voice.

Greetings.