It was around sunset, late into the evening. It was a rather sunny day, given it was the beginning of Spring, only being early April. April 7th, to be precise.

The performance building was empty, leaving Matthias to sit alone on the edge of the stage after everyone had left after his father finished his performance with "Louis", the puppet everyone loved more.

Matthias stared at the wooden cross manipulator wrapped in bandages, worn out from years of use, in his hands. The things he used to control his own puppets, the ones his father so graciously showed him how to make.

After a moment, he heard a noise, quickly turning to look up. He was confused, because he had thought everyone left.

"Huh? Can I... help you..?" Matthias stares, startled at who was there. He was nervous due to his social anxiety.