My Puppet ᥫ᭡꙳|ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ|
٭ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ The scene is cloaked in a suffocating tension, the dimly lit corridor outside the locked room accentuating the weight of the interaction. Inside, the fragile boy, trembling and pale, presses his hands against the cold, chipped wood of the door. His voice is faint, trembling like a dying flame as he pleads, "𝗣-�...