The last Puppeteer's diary ~ 3 ~
She's still shouting on me through the camera, but I had turned off the sound. Jenny... You've changed a lot. You are not the same cheerful girl, who taught the boy named John how to manipulate a puppet and not the frightened girl in a nightgown, gazing longingly out of the window. They locked you in your own home for ten years, Jenny, and you're here for less than a year. Why didn't you shout on them? Did you care for them, more than for your own freedom, more than for your own life? But you never mentioned them here...
