The Puppeteer's new diary ~ 18 ~
Jack is curled up on the sofa, exhausted, half-dead. Yes, doc, it made you open your eyes. You finally realized that the game is real, and this is my house. If I push a little harder, anyone can die in spite of all your efforts. The Underground calls me a maniac, perhaps they are right. And you wrote the invitation with your own hands, brought Jack here, gave your brother whom you were supposed to protect over to the killer. And all for what? Just so you could test some theories?
