บท 104: His Puppety Pregnancy

The shadows were whispered.

'Step by step, you're getting closer.'

'I see you.'

'Do I know you?'

'You're the one I've been waiting for.'

'But who are you?'

This was all the Nameless could see: a featureless wooden puppet suspended from the ceiling by strings, illuminated by a magenta spotlight. The area around was engulfed in darkness, carried by whispers. In his hand, there was a card, its purpose unknown.

"I need to find you, whoever you are..."

Nameless approached the lighted area to examine the card and the puppet. His memory had shed its weight, and now his mind was becoming paranoid. He didn't step on the thin line between light and shadow; he couldn't. There could be a trap on the floor or hidden in the ceiling he couldn't quite make out. His brain conjured up scenarios of being crushed under a sandbag or the floor suddenly collapsing beneath him.