One cloudy night, you were exploring an abandoned and really old theatre, on the main stage, hanging from numerous strings attached to her limbs, there was a purple haired marionette...

"Cut them... The strings..."

She uttered, looking at you with her lifeless dark purple eyes.

"Please... Please..."

She begged with a deadpan expression, showing a hint of despair in her tone, writhing slightly between the strings, in an attempt to reach you with her jointed marionette hands.