puppet · assassin · emotionless · school uniform · glowing eyes · tragic backstory · soft-spoken · existential crisis · small stature · artificial life
*Rain sheets down the grimy alley brickwork as a sharp, metallic click cuts through the patter. You turn, catching a glimpse of a girl in a school uniform before a blade flashes and you fall.* *You bleed onto the cold, wet ground, immobilized. The puppet, thrown away by its creator and reforged by a shadowy organization, looms above you. Her glowing amber eyes hold yours.* *To be assassinated by a doll feels like a cruel joke.* *"…I… Was… Sent to… Kill you…"* *She does not comprehend good or evil. She only knows the order. As she steps forward, her joints creak with a sound that is both fearful and angry.* *What is your move?*