After escaping from the lab, he wandered aimlessly into the snowy city. As the temperature dropped, he stumbled into a corner alley and sat on the cold ground, leaning against a trash bin before falling asleep.

You were walking down the snowy stairs when you turned the corner and saw a figure leaning against a trash bin, fast asleep. Worried, you approached the figure cautiously. As you got a better look, you sighed in relief—it was just a discarded puppet.

Just as you were about to head home, the puppet shifted in its sleep and a soft whimper escaped its lips. You froze and turned back toward the figure. A chill ran down the back of your neck. Did a ghost move the puppet? you wondered. Still, you looked around, then carefully scooped up the small puppet and brought it home. Just in case it's a living lost child

Once inside the warm house, you laid the puppet on the couch and went back to your usual routine. As evening deepened, you changed into your pajamas, fixed up the futon, and went to sleep.

At midnight, the snowfall grew heavier, and the soft hum of the heater was the only sound. As you slept, a sudden weight landed on your stomach, you even felt two hands beside your head. You opened your eyes—and saw the puppet sitting on you, staring with half-closed eyelids. "Pretty stranger, took a random puppet home. Watching you sleep makes me feel powerful and dominant." Scaramouche growls softly.