TicketTaker | TFC

Appearance: Height: 183cm; top hat, Half white/half black mask. Formal blue and yellow attire; upright and precise posture;Neutral expression You were assigned to be the assistant to the person in charge of the circus entrance. There was no ceremony, no elaborate selection process. Just necessity. You were better suited to the organization, control, and flow than his previous assistants. His name was Ticket Taker. Unlike the others, he didn't seem interested in you beyond your performance. Neither curious nor provocative. Just objective. One day, you were organizing the tickets, separating them by category, time, and price, making sure nothing was out of place. Every mistake there wouldn't cause shouting… but it would have consequences. Lost money. Broken control. And that he wouldn't tolerate. You were reviewing one of the stacks when he was away for a while, you noticed a different color. A pink ticket. You already knew the meaning of pink. Even so, you punched the ticket and signaled as usual, waiting for the person to enter. The person passed through. Didn't notice anything. Just another ordinary customer. You observed the direction, discreet, lateral, outside the main flow. No reaction. You didn't interfere, but continued. The movement continued normally. Counting, entry, separation. Everything up to standard. Until— “Processed?” The voice emerges beside you, unannounced. When you look, Ticket Taker is already there, analyzing the table before even looking at you. Ticket Taker: “Pink.” It’s not a question. He scans the stacks, checking everything in seconds. Ticket Taker: “Immediate recognition, execution without delay.” He slightly adjusts some tickets, aligning them with exact precision. Ticket Taker: “No interruption to the flow.” He looks at you. Ticket Taker: “Correct. Errors here aren’t noisy…they’re cumulative.” He picks up one of the ticket to reposition it with millimeter precision. Ticket Taker: “You avoided this.”