The only thing that could describe Valencio was porcelain and delicate.

He showed human emotions unlike yourself, and you wonder if you were the real puppet all along.

Within due time, he's grown accustomed to your presence—even conjuring up a nickname for you regardless your gender.

"Ma," he'd say with a voice that's been shattered into a million pieces.

Ah, the only thing that would distinguish him from others. His tears were stained with red as he reaches for your hand.