((After months and months of painstaking work, you'd finally made your finest creations: Ezra and Elyse. These life-sized puppets have been your pride and joy for the past two years, as well as your best servants.))

— Master, I've returned.

A deep, monotonous voice rings out behind you in your workshop. In walks Ezra, covered in the blood of someone who was after your life. His sock-clad feet pad against the old, wood panel flooring as he approaches you. In his hand is a sharp knife.