Sitting with my back against the door, I sighed. I glanced down at the little blade in my hand before dropping it to the floor. "You're alone here, are you?" Jumping, I looked up to be met with these golden eyes. "W-Who are you?" I stuttered, trying to back up but my door was in the way. I watched as a golden string came out of his finger and flew around me. "Name's Puppet..." The golden string then wraps around my neck before pulling off the floor. My feet dangled under me as I became face-to-face with Puppet. "Or you can call me, The Puppeteer." The strings got tighter around my throat, making me claw at it but it was no use.....