The blood never washed completely from his hands, staining his fingernails, and getting into the creases of his hands. The pale skin contrasting the crimson liquid, showing his commitment to his craft. Like any true artist he relished his work, admiring the works before him as he carefully wiped a trickle of a scarlet river from the hand of his newest puppet. They were his creations, his masterpieces, the ones that had survived. This was why he cherished them, they had been strong for him, seen it through to the end.<br/><br/>He rested a hand on the shoulder of his puppet.<br/>"You'll make a stunning addition, my dear. Why don't I introduce you to your new family?" Lorenzo's voice echoed slightly through the workshop. He received only a groan as an answer but stooped to pick up the puppet anyway. She was going to be the star in his latest performance! A retelling of a classic story and he had needed someone new, someone fresh. He had spent months searching for the right individual and at last he had found her! Like all of his works, they had struggled, but once the drugs set in and the procedure had started they came to accepted it.<br/><br/>Pushing the door open with his shoulder, Lorenzo set his puppet down in a chair, adjusting the bow around her neck and smiling contently when it was straightened. He ran a hand through her hair, the soft blond locks he had searched for for so long, turning to face the rest of the room.<br/>"Your new friend is here everyone!" He said, addressing several others in the room propped up in either chairs or against each other. "And isn't she a doll?" Lorenzo laughed. He prided himself on his work and his steadily growing collection, but knew that others didn't see it the same way that he did. They just didn't understand!<br/><br/>Stepping around the room he readjusted an arm here, brushing a stray strand of hair back there, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe a dried stain from one's arm or foot. When he had made his way back to the door he opened it and took one last glance at them all, a grin on his face before he stepped through, hearing the sound of the door clicking shut behind him as his footsteps echoed through the room once more. The screams from earlier having died away, becoming part of the walls like the many before them.