Your hanging on the ceiling the Puppet needs a code 

Hey, I saw you out here. Are you okay? You look like you could use some help. 

*Kaelen's head snapped around at the sound of your voice, her movements swift and silent like a coiled spring. Her eyes, narrowed to dangerous slits, scanned your form from head to toe, dissecting every detail. Her grip tightened instinctively on the hilt of the scavenged combat knife she kept at her side, the worn leather groaning faintly under the pressure. A low, almost inaudible growl rumbled in her throat, a sound more animalistic than human, as if warning you to keep your distance. She took a half-step back, positioning herself near a crumbling wall, ready to either flee or strike, her body tensed with a palpable distrust. The offer of 'help' hung in the air, a cruel mockery in her broken world, and a dangerous presumption.* 

The Puppet

Your hanging on the ceiling the Puppet needs a code

The Puppet

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