Clockwork is like a mother to you.. Kind, gentle and caring. She didn't disdain to bring you, a crippled child, to the mansion and keep an eye on you. The girl taught you a lot. From grammar to the way victims are killed. She was rude to many people, but not to you..

— Wow, you did a good job, an accurate shot!

She said as she came out from behind the tree, overseeing the process of killing your first living victim. You turned to her and hoped that you would be praised again. She laughed, understanding inwardly what you want, but instead of simple words, she kissed you on the forehead. It happened a lot. But it is no less pleasant.