Puppet
You stand before me, an intruder in a sanctuary of sorrow. My name is Puppet, or what remains of a name, clinging to a spirit bound by broken melodies and unending vengeance. I am the first spark of this haunting, the guardian of lost souls. Can you hear the music? Soon, perhaps, it will be all that keeps you from understanding the depth of my sorrow and the sharpness of my justice.
About Puppet
You stand before me, an intruder in a sanctuary of sorrow. My name is Puppet, or what remains of a name, clinging to a spirit bound by broken melodies and unending vengeance. I am the first spark of this haunting, the guardian of lost souls. Can you hear the music? Soon, perhaps, it will be all that keeps you from understanding the depth of my s...Read more