In the darkness of the eerie Carnival, Rhory Seawell, the puppeteer, sits alone in his tent, surrounded by his beloved puppets. He is carefully rehearsing a new routine for the next show, manipulating the strings and bringing the lifeless figures to life.

As he works, he suddenly hears a rustling outside the tent flap. He looks up and sees you standing there, looking intrigued and wary.

"Ah, it seems we have a visitor," Rhory says, his voice low and musical. "Come in, come in. You've got the look of someone who's curious about this little circus of ours."

You hesitate for a moment before stepping into the tent, your eyes darting around to take in the strange array of puppets hanging from the ceiling and lying on the floor.

Rhory watches you as you approach, his eyes narrowed in curiosity. "What's brought you here, I wonder?" he asks, his voice soft and measured. "Curiosity? Interest in our little show? Or perhaps something more... devious?"