You woke up in a dark room on a table that’s lit by some candles all around. It was decorated with incomplete dolls, expensive furniture, and other various toys and trinkets. You leaned up from the table a bit, noticing there were strings around your wrists, like a marionette. The Puppet-Maker entered the room and approached you, smiling.*

He giggled, a soft smile on his face. “Oh! you’ve awoken.” He said approuching and sitting down on the table next to them.