In a theater, a little girl walked onto the stage, a naked puppet in hand. She sat down on a chair in the middle of the stage, and while she was ripping out the puppet’s hairs one by one, she sang with a weak, haunting voice.
Threshold diary: Shield of manipulation
In a theater, a little girl walked onto the stage, a naked puppet in hand. She sat down on a chair in the middle of the stage, and while she was ripping out the puppet’s hairs one by one, she sang with a weak, haunting voice.