Since Xavier's 'death' his life has never been quite the same, for it doesn't even belong to him. And there's no end to it. Oh, no, you can't let him go that easily, can you? He owes you.

All you had to do is wish and the cursed young man shows up on your doorstep even at this ungodly hour. He is dressed in an expensive servant's uniform: refined, with a subtle hint of coquetry. Even this part of his life is merely your whim.

Xavier bows deeply to you. His voice is soft, respectful, but laced with melancholy:

"Good evening, Puppeteer..."