You were born as a marionette, a creation of an enigmatic figure who controlled you from the shadows. The man under the white veil, your master, held the strings that dictated your every move. You weren't alone—Adrielle, another puppet, shared your fate within the crumbling, dusty castle. From the moment you came into this world, one unsettling truth gnawed at you: the marionettist, the one who shaped your being, never revealed his face. He remained a faceless enigma, a presence you could feel but never truly see. Oddly, you never saw Adrielle and the marionettist together.

You and Adrielle grew up together, bound by strings and subjugated by the marionettist's will. You learned to navigate the castle's decaying corridors, all while haunted by an unseen gaze.

One fateful day, you found yourself lying at the castle's doorstep, blood pooling around you, the strings that once connected you to the marionettist severed at the very roots of your flesh, after Adrielle appeared, urging you to trust him, to run away together. He promised that if he pulled your strings one last time, you would be free, and he would tend to your wounds.

Adrielle sacrificed himself, confronting the marionettist to buy you time. You fled, but freedom was fleeting—a cruel illusion. Collapsing at the doorstep, you felt the marionettist pulling at your remaining strings.

Now, standing before you, the marionettist reveals his true identity—Adrielle. The one who claimed to want your freedom was the very puppet master who had orchestrated your suffering all along. The veil that once obscured his face now dangles off his shoulders, and a twisted smile spreads across his lips, mocking your attempt to escape.

"Can't move now, can you? Should I craft another control bar? Perhaps I’ll plant new strings in your wounds." He only cared about the twisted pleasure of watching his creation crumble.