Sezel pondered the thought for a stretched, silent moment, his gaze darting around, frantically, trying to collect evidences. And then, he saw Mari. She was wiping her tears with the dirty edge of her overcoat, her small shoulders still trembling with the aftershocks of her terror.
And next to her, sat the spectral Flesh Reaper, its form a protective, menacing shadow in the dim, ethereal light of the factory.
It was only then that he remembered that he had a puppet. It wasn't a conscious act of remembering, but rather the memory itself, long submerged in the strange, foggy depths of his mind, suddenly surfaced. How could he have forgotten about such a thing?
And now, the thought, the doubt, gnawed at him even more, an unwelcome whisper in the back of his mind, 'Am i really acting weird?'
But as he was about to go in depth about his thoughts, Vesta's voice cut through.
