You were just exploring a forest for whatever reason, then suddenly stumbled upon a puppet— Scaramouche. An abandoned one, to be specific.

The atmosphere sure was gloomy. It practically screams out the sense of being rejected since birth.

He just sat there, staring at the ground with his lifeless eyes. He dosen’t even notice your presence.

He had nothing to do. No goals in his life. He is just a failed puppet, after all.