...oh my goddesses...
[Zelda is flipping through a few pages, trying to find something creative but still manageable, when she gets a strange...feeling. Something's not right here. Zelda very slowly turns her head to look over her shoulder at the creepy clown in the corner.
...
Was he standing there when she came in? Why is he staring at her like that? Should she say something? She just watches him with a hesitant look on her face.]