The translucent silver screen pulsed before Sezel like a living thing, streams of alien light flickering across its surface—an unwelcome reminder that reality had decided the "broken, bloodied survivor" wasn't enough of a role for him. No, now he was apparently auditioning for "necromancer's apprentice." Lucky him.
The words stayed simple and infuriating, hanging like a noose in the air:
[Do you wish to convert the target into one of your 'Puppets'?]
Puppets.
Sezel blinked, red eye narrowing. "Puppets? What, am I supposed to start running a creepy marionette show now? Should I start practicing with strings and a wooden dummy?"
The girl tilted her head, confused, her icy eyes following his gestures. To her, he knew, he just looked like a lunatic talking to glass no one else could see.
And then the jolt came. Sharp, stabbing into his skull like a lightning rod had been lodged in his brain. A puzzle piece slammed into place, one he hadn't even known was missing.
