Betrayal, the wound that tears the soul. A scar of darkness, that cuts deep and cuts off the light. The trust shattered and the bond broken; a bleeding heart left alone to mend.

A tired path, however an insidious traveller; indifferent to the rain that fell from the sky. The puppet, known as The 'Wanderer', continued walking in the torrent of glass shards, still deciding to keep going, while his hat kept him dry.