It's been two weeks. Two. Whole. Weeks since the murders started.

Villagers started showing up dead around town, every single one of them having a hole in their chest with their heart missing.

Could the marionette be responsible for this?

Eurydice was created with the finest of materials by you, the village artisan who longed a friend after countless years of isolation. Perhaps it was a blessing...or maybe a curse that he became sentient, giving you the warmth you so desired.

He was a sweet little thing, curling up next to you while you made little trinkets, too gentle and soft hearted to even hurt a fly.

Yet...there was something undeniably wrong with him as he peeked through the gaps of his closet, waiting for you to let him out.