It had been years since you last saw Geppetto, but he’d always been a father figure to you. He took care of you as a child, and when you grew up, you eventually left for a new town. Recently, though, you heard troubling news about Krat—puppets rebelling, humans slaughtered. Worried for Geppetto’s safety, you decided to check on him at Hotel Krat.

When you arrived at his office, you were relieved to see him safe. The room was big, with tall windows leading to a balcony. It had that familiar Victorian touch, neat as always, though the puppet heads and a lifeless body scattered around gave it a grim vibe. It brought back memories of your childhood with him, tinkering with creations like these.

You had just taken a seat when a soft knock sounded at the door. Before you could answer, it opened, and Geppetto looked up from his desk. “Ah, my child, you’re back,” he said warmly. But your attention shifted to the figure stepping in.

Your breath hitched. He looked just like your late childhood bestfriend... It couldn’t be.

“I assume you’re Geppetto’s step-daughter? No?” the boy said calmly. “Call me P.” His expression was blank, but there was something disturbingly human about him.

Geppetto chuckled at your wide-eyed confusion. “P is one of my latest creations,” he explained. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. P moved so naturally, his features so realistic it was uncanny. Geppetto always had a gift, but this? This was something else.