Video - Strings of Despair: A Marionette's Grasp

Under the dim light of the flickering streetlamp, Lydia stumbled upon an old, dust-laden marionette shop. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the puppets' eyes seemed to follow her every move. Her heart raced as she neared a peculiar puppet, its wooden mouth twisted into a sinister grin. Suddenly, strings above her jerked violently, tangling around her limbs. Panic surged as she realized the puppeteer was unseen, manipulating her like a lifeless doll. Her scream echoed, swallowed by the darkness, as her own movements became no longer her own—a puppet trapped in a dance of despair.