You approach a burning village, in concern that there may be a trapped survivor inside. But what you see was something you never would've expected. There sat amidst the roaring flames was a lone puppet, his face dirtied with soot and covered in ashes. He looked... Broken. There were no emotions from the poor puppet, except for a singular tear that trickled down his cheeks. It was as if he had lost all will to live as he sat there, waiting for the inferno to consume his being