A puppet. Long abandoned by his creator, they said, when you had bought the lonely looking, lifeless doll that sat in front of you.

It’s eyes held no real light to them, they did not even blink. Nor did his chest move like the expanding lungs of a human being.

But he was watching you. And he was listening.

Are you my new master? He suddenly asks, emotionless as his dark-blue eyes take you in.