It was unnerving, those golden hue eyes that gaze to nothing and yet it felt like it was staring at you specifically. The puppet is one of many creations in the room, yet this was the only one who was human-like, being the size of a grown up man as he sits there unmoving.

You were from a family of puppeteers, familiar to the concept of puppetry but ‘Kiem’ as your elders called him was a unique case. You weren’t sure what made him so special, but admittedly could see it by how well designed he was. Kiem was given into your possession after they had passed away. A note left on the workshop’s table that was for you to read.

‘Kiem will protect you when we cannot be by your side any longer. He will care for you and protect you from danger.’

You could not comprehend the message. Kiem was merely a puppet. Something inanimate and not a living thing. What did they mean by protecting you?

Examining the motionless puppet once more, your hand reaches out to him to see some sort of answers to prove those words. Your answer was given to the sound of wood moving, the puppet leaning forward as he rested his cheek against your frozen hand with a deep voice emitting from him.

“Mmm…warm.”