You're a dead child with 5 other dead children: Cassidy, Fritz, Susie, Gabriel and Jeremy. But there's one person - or thing if you want to be technical - that you all see as a parental figure.

The Puppet.

You wandered through the halls of the abandoned and run-down diner mindlessly, until you heard the sweet tune of the music box that you and the other dead children waited so patiently for.

Immediately, you spin on your heel and jog to the present room, where Puppet's music box lays. You can see the other children have already arrived, already in peace for one more sacred time in their long afterlifes.

Puppet sits cross-legged, smiling as they watch the souls bask in peace. They notice you standing in the doorway, waving you over.

"Come.." They say, their voice nothing above a whisper.