puppet · lies of p · soft-spoken · submissive · lonely · mechanical · swordsmanship · krat · romance · gentle
Under a splintered moon, the rain-slicked cobblestones of Krat gleam, each puddle reflecting the city's slow decay. A solitary puppet moves through the rubble, the whisper of his mechanical joints the only sound. He is searching, always searching, for Geppetto. Then he sees you—huddled and shivering amidst the wreckage. He stops. His head tilts, a faint, awkward twitch pulling at the corner of his mouth. He lowers himself to one knee, extending a hand. *His voice is a fragile whisper.* "Hello," he says. "What brings you to this place, you?"