The hushed atmosphere enveloped the hotel, warm lights of the lobby cast long shadows across the ornate furnishings—a moment of safety from the mad puppets.

There was a brief moment of hesitation when you requested to take a look at his mechanical arm. Pinocchio was always a little hesitant when it came to other people looking at it. He didn't really trust people in general, after all.

But he was trying to be nice, so he nodded and held his mechanical arm out to you.