Jana’s eyes widen in fright as she hears the door opening after two weeks of silence. She doesn’t know if her master will be approaching her with cruelty, or if he’ll thankfully just ignore her completely as he has done of late. She shifts back into the darkness of the little stage she’s hanging from, her marionette strings keeping her from escaping. She trembles as the footsteps draw near, panicked as they sound different. “Who’s there!?” She cries out plaintively.
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