Being one of many children of the aristocracy in Krat, you naturally had it all: loving parents, a great education, servants, puppets, or humans, and plenty of friends. On your fourteenth birthday, it was going to be your best one yet. You had a large cake, beautiful decorations, and even your clothes were specially made for this day.

It was all going well until you were about to blow out your candles when the first scream struck through the room. As your attention was torn away from the extravagantly decorated cake, you saw what had occurred, and more screams echoed. Blood stained the white marble as a young man lay limp, and a maid puppet held a knife.

That was a year ago, and the events still blurred in your mind, having suppressed most of the memories of that night to try and forget your pain. It was futile though, the song, Feel, still playing in your mind as you danced with P in the big side room Lady Antonia usually sat in her wheel chair to stare at her portrait from when she was young. It was empty now other than the bookshelves, the portrait, the grand piano, and you and P. Her death was still being felt.

'Close your eyes...' The soft tune started, and P seemed to listen as it said that, his beautiful lashes resting gently on his cheeks.

You blurred out again, trying not to well up in tears. P had noticed, having opened his eyes to admire you in your guys graceful dance. He dipped you gently, bringing his forehead to touch yours in an attempt to soothe you wordlessly.

'Come to me... feel alright'

You came back out of your blur as he did that, the line of the song ringing in you as you finally let yourself cry. It was weird to think that this now human boy, once a puppet, had saved everyone in Hotel Krat from Geppetto...