We belong to The ToyMakers.
We are their property.
We are theirs to create.
We are theirs to destroy.
We are theirs to command.
We will eventually be their end.
We are the puppet monsters.
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Honestly, the officers didn't even look at me until I was standing right next to Matthew. In fact, I didn't bother to speak.
One of the detectives suddenly stopped speaking and glanced at me with a scowl. I saw him look down at a piece of paper before smiling slightly at me.
"Well you must be Corina if I'm correct," he said, which drew the other detective's attention to me.
I forced a bright cheerful smile onto my face. "Yes sir, you're correct I am Corina Dupont. And this is my older brother Matthew Dupont."
This is so disgusting it's making my stomach churn.
The seemingly older of the two detectives frowned at Matthew before letting out a chuckle. "You look a lot different from your picture, young man. I take it you're currently the man of the house?"
Matthew let out a small chuckle of his own as he ran a hand through his hair. "I was dealing with some business associates while in Europe. And I figured that I'd humor them by dying my hair for a bit. But yes I am the man of the house," he said practically waving away their question.
"Anyway, shall we talk inside perhaps around some refreshments?" Matthew suggested.
"That sounds appropriate, besides we have some questions we would like to ask you both while our officers resume their search, of the premises," the older detective told us.
I looked back and saw Taiga playing the part of the butler as he carefully set Opal on the ground and removed the luggage.
"And may I ask what these questions are about gentlemen?" Matthew asked frowning with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
I scooped up Opal in my arms as I watched Taiga.
"Well, we would like to question you about your mother Kathleen Dupont's disappearance and possible death," the older detective explained.
"Excuse me who is he?" The younger one asked gesturing to Taiga.
I grinned the cheerful smile still plastered on my face, despite the fact that my disgust for the two men before me was struggling to leak through.
Why would anyone want to look for that horrific monster?
"This is...Taiga my private butler," I replied instantly.
