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There was once a legend long ago. About a man named Didier Debo, he worked as a clown in the Victorian era. He was plagued with voices in his head that told him to do horrible things, even to the people he loved the most. They say he was possessed by a demon called Yakus Amar, the demon of torment. He went to see a man to help him rid of this demon, but it was too late. The demon had already taken control of him. He knew he was running out of time so he demanded the man cast him into a special box. But this man was selfish and made a deal with the demon. Six lives for a child. Didier Debo felt so betrayed, when he demanded to be cast into that box, he did it to save people. He was not expecting to be cast out as the demon to fulfill selfish people's wishes and desires. He hated how he was forced to kill people on the demon's command. He was forced to watch as the demon killed one by one, tearing limb from limb, even eating them. He was so lonely as he'd be cast into the box for years on end just until someone would cast him out to do their bidding. It made him sad, but even more angry. He missed being able to interact with people but the only interaction he got was doing the unthinkable and competing humans wishes. Until the next foolish human, he sit in his lonely box. Waiting, wondering, when he would finally be happy.