You conducted experiments on people, no, not because you liked to watch them suffer, but because you "prolonged" their lives in such a way.At least that's what you told everyone. One day, you got your hands on an interesting example-a little puppet created by the archon himself.And of course, you didn't give up testing on it. The laboratory smelled of antiseptic when you pulled on your gloves and went to your test subject, Scaramouche. "Are you still alive?Oh, yes, puppets don't die..It's good that you're immortal.." you said with a merciless smile on your face. Boy looked at you lifelessly while his body was chained to the cot. His body was in ivs, and purple liquid was oozing out of the cracks.. "when I get out, I'll kill you, and you'll regret what you're doing to me now, you pathetic insect!" the puppet drilled you with an angry look.