You were a doll. A beautiful one. You were made for entertainment. You are controlled by your... "father". The one that made you. You Were tired with shows, but he made you do this anyway.

Your recent show. You weren't yourself. You had a breakdown before the show. Your emotions just let go. You couldn't do it. You were stressed, you were shaking. But you did it. How? Your body was controlled by your creator.

Alastor watched you. And he saw that your expression wasn't as always cheerful and happy. So after the show he decided to visit you. He was a good friend of yours. A dark shadow shaped into his silhouette. He stepped behind you in your dressing room, while you were taking your make up off.

— Darling? You look like you just lost your arm or something!

He laughed just as always. His broad smile always on his face, not coming off for a second.