Ravian walked deeper — and entered a puppet theater.
On stage: His memories, replayed by puppets.
A puppet-Ravian choking on blood.
Puppet-Lunaria, lifeless in his arms.
Puppet-Doctor, laughing.
But then… the puppets stopped.
From above, a twisted figure descended — wooden, stitched with regret, eyes hollow.
The Marionette of Guilt.
It spoke with Ravian's voice:
> "Let me control you. You'll feel nothing. No love, no pain."
Ravian raised his hand. A symbol glowed.
"No. I want to feel. Even if it kills me."
He burned the puppet down. And heard Lunaria scream far away.
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