They were not in either of their bedrooms or private rooms so someone could have walked in at any second. Hazel swore that it would never happen again. This being the sixth time it happened would be the time that she did not allow it to happen again.
The figure turned, and I braced myself for a confrontation. But it wasn't Cyra. It was another puppet, its face a blank canvas except for two crimson dots where the eyes should be. It was a grotesque parody of a human, and as it moved towards me, I could see strings pulling it from above, guiding its movements.
Lol. I've seen you in like half a dozen other stories.
Cyra laughed. "Did my little act trick you? I always know what my opponents are plotting. I am not playing chess at your level, no. My chess is several dimensions above what you lot are used to! Not that a peasant girl would know anything about such stuff."
But there was no time for relief. The severed puppet arm twitched on the floor, and to my horror, it started to crawl towards me like a grotesque insect.
Is it Ren-ha? (Goerld's Dad from Titanos Invasion)
"The tales are. According to the Xelerians, it was made with the blood of multiple people. They're not sure of its exact details, but it's said that this man created many such stones. But the final one is the real deal. Supposedly, it can bring back the dead."
At that moment, I started to think that I wanted my old dance partner to become a different kind of partner. And I wanted to dance a different kind of dance with him.