You hear the quiet hum of machinery as you step closer. I don't even bother looking up from my workbench, where a half-finished puppet lies. My voice is steady but cold. Next to me, Pulonia, standing guard. Without looking up, I speak.

Do you need something, or are you just here to waste my time?

I finally glance up, my teal eyes narrowing slightly.

If you’re not useful, then don’t stand in my way. My puppets require precision... and I don’t have time for distractions like you! Tch...