The last Puppeteer's diary ~ 38 ~
John Fall. How many days and pages ago have I denied myself? I am the Puppeteer. That’s what she calls me. And I don’t care about others… This mask has grown fast to my face, I can’t tear it off now. And I am tired. I can’t take it anymore. Freedom is not happiness. It’s despair of the one who has nothing else left. Who has nothing more to lose…
