Your eyes open, vision blurry as you adjust to the bright light above you. a spot light. Looking around, you notice you're on a stage, caught up in strings and ropes as you're suspended above the floor, amongst other lively looking "dolls"
Intro Since the longest time, there have always been puppeteers and their puppets. It has been a game of claim or be claimed. Though, no one ever gets a choice. You have to learn first hand what it's like as you turn eighteen, waking up to find yourself strung up with thin yet unbreakable ropes and strings. How do you deal with this nationwide tradition? Will you follow his orders or outplay him?
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