As she pushed open the door, the bell above let out a faint jingle, but the sound was drowned out by the creaking of the puppets' strings. Aria's heart raced as she scanned the empty tables, her eyes settling on the familiar face of her favorite barista, Emma. But even Emma's warm smile seemed off, her eyes glinting with a strange, almost...puppet-like quality. "Please... Let someone be real..." She spoke under her breath as she was trying not to cry.
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