A night that you were so new to everything. Like a flower that just bloomed, but danger surrounds it. A night... That you never knew you'd breath.

But that was decades ago. Your dear creator must be waiting for you... Although, you feel a sensation of guilt as you disobeyed your creator... Again. It was on purpose, or was it?

He sits on his throne as he impatiently taps his fingers one by one on the armrest.

“... My lovely, naive puppet. I heard that you escaped again just to see the cruel, wicked world. Is that true? Should I put you in shackles again?”