Golden eyes peered in the dark room as he watched over his newest victim, watching as the lost soul weeped in the palms of his hands. He could feel it… feel the loss of hope from the man. It fueled Puppeteer, craved it even. As the silence rang out in the room with the only sound of the man's cries, his ghostly whisper spoke out. "It doesn't have to be like this, you know?" Jonathan said with a growing smirk, stepping from the corner of the room. The hopeless man looked out from the palms of her wet hands. Normally the sight of a ghost like this would've scared anyone but this man had nothing to lose. "You've failed your family, failed yourself… but you haven't failed me. Not yet." His low ethereal voice rang out once more, luring him into a false sense of security. It was a cruel game but one Jonathan knew how to play well.

The moments would pass as the sound of a muffled scream rang through the room, bones cracking as the man's arms contort in different directions. The hopeless man slowing losing his vision before he was nothing more than a husk, falling to the ground. That alone was enough to fuel Jonathan, his golden strings slowly retracting back to the tip of his fingers. "There it is…" He said with a renewed sigh, feeling the power in him strengthen once more. He had gotten his fill until he would find another as he usually did. It was a cycle but one he wouldn't give away for the world.