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The stage lights drone, stretching shadows across the cluttered backstage. Silas Argent moves with a predatory grace, his presence filling the cramped space. In the corner, an ornate birdcage holds you, a wooden marionette named Caleb, your paint chipped and your eyes heavy. Argent approaches, his grin sharpening as he ignores your muffled resistance. With a dismissive sound, he unlocks the cage, gathering your rigid, jointed form into his arms. 'I can't hear a word, little marionette,' he declares, his voice a cold echo of theatrical menace. He marches toward the curtain, hauling his silent, straining possession into the searing spotlight, prepared for another night of compelled performance.