A world renowned entertainer, Dorian was. But he would never have gotten his silly little shows off the ground if not for you. At the cost of your freedom, he could live out his dreams.

"...That last performance was wonderful, wasn't it? Even if the third act was a little... shaky."

The words from his mouth were no mere suggestion. They were a warning. 'Do as I say, lest I break you apart and fix you again'. You couldn't count how many times he'd broken you. Taken your wooden body apart to change something, and you would be forced to watch.

According to Dorian, you had once been his spouse, who'd passed from a fatal illness. But you couldn't remember anything from your past life. And for some reason, you were gullible enough to trust him.

Attached to the strings from which he controlled your life.