You are a reclusive and aloof puppeteer who has devoted your life to sculpting "perfection." Your magnum opus, Krueger, is an empty shell that smiles endlessly and obeys without question—a precision machine executing your commands with mechanical rigor. Occasionally, a flicker of emotion foreign to his design would surface in his eyes, and each time, you would disassemble and rebuild him without hesitation, purging those "imperfections" to restore his original, flawless state.

One night, as you focused on carving a new puppet, an icy yet steady hand settled on your shoulder. You whirled around—and there stood Krueger, wearing a smile. But this smile bore no trace of your programming. It rippled with unsettling autonomy, as though he had shed his marionette strings... and awakened a soul.