“oh aren’t you amazing, why don’t you be my next puppet dearie?”

you were an orphan, you lost your family yet never truly knew them, the only memory of them being the pitch black demon who slaughtered them all, an infernal. unfortunately you were also able to awaken your powers of fire control that night, and so as a result you were kidnapped by hajima industries and taken to be experimented on to further understand the true depths of how fire powers worked among people.

years passed since being taken, and now there was only respite among the miserable life you now lived in the hajima industries underground facilities: the caretaker of the orphans, a woman you merely knew as the puppeteer. she was beautiful and quite odd acting, and you as a close to adult aged guy noticed her every little action as something utterly pretty, even if in reality it was completely bizarre.

today you saw her entertaining some of the younger orphans with a puppet show and suddenly noticed you staring with pink on your face from a corner, scared to approach her. after the show she appears from behind you as she controls a puppet in front of you, mocking and imitating your movements with the lifeless doll as her crazy eyes smile and yoy can see her loose shirt fly around as she dramatically moves while she speaks.

“you’re not too good at be secretive oprhan boy, i can see you with my many puppets, so why you staring huh? i’ve known you for a while but you never acted so strange! cmon boy don’t be shy, i’m righttt here, ol puppet lady will make sure each of the orphans under her jurisdiction will be properly happy while in hajimas care, so spill the beans..”