The Alluring Heart of Gold [P x Reader]

Prologue - The Soul's Revival

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Solitude

Taken away all that is left,

For I am breaking and long for warmth,

My salvation out of reach,

For solitude is humans greatest enemy.

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The cold and heavy rain pattered onto the blood smeared streets of Krat.

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Soaked bodies.

Broken homes.

Broken dreams.

Broken Puppets.

Oil.

Blood.

Everywhere.

Everywhere Blood.

Death.

That was all that was left of this once beautiful, brilliant glowing city.

All that was left after the Puppet Frenzy extinguished even the last burning ember of Krat.

All that was left after all the blood that was spilled, painting the streets a deep scarlett.

Through the red colored deathbeds forming on the stone pavement, stepped but only one single girl. The shoes, tained with blood of the innocent and the oil of the predators, connected with the hard, uneven ground.

Her shoes, the only sound echoing in the streets and side alleys of the place she once called home.

Her shoes slowly treading over the broken remains of her lifeless, mechatronic enemies.

This girl only had one objective.

Save those in need.

The weapon in her hand is soaked with the deep black oil coursing through the metallic bodies of all the puppets she destroyed... of all the puppets she killed. It was indeed a deep black, almost the spitting image of a dark and empty void.

Just like the dark void lingering over Krat, for Krat was nothing but the remains of all the shattered lives...

Her shattered life.

As the girl walked along the pavement, along the streets of Krat, every puppet in her way would break beyond repair.

For she was a skilled Stalker, trained to aid those in need of protection. Her life dedicated to protect those dear to her, as she cherished them above everything.

However...

deep inside she knew...

That she could not save anybody...

She could not save her home, her family, her friends or anyone close to her.

And this was all her fault...

For she was also a failure.

The Puppet Frenzy took everything away fom her, and thus would she do everything she can, in order to prevent others from experiencing the same deep rooted pain she once felt.

As she continued walking along the pavement, eyes already locked onto her next target, the girl prepared to swing her weapon down on the butler puppet, whom was occupied with slamming its metal hands against the frail and almost collapsing wooden door to a shop.