<div style="text-align: justify;">The Puppeteer<br/><br/>The house was quiet. Very quiet. He could imagine that his guests were probably still out cold. The man showed a soft smile, staring at his monitors. There they were, sleeping like babies. It was so easy to lure them in, knock them out and leave them in their rooms. Once they woke up, he would have to start with the usual routine. He wondered about how long these would resist. Some of them died too quickly to be of any entertainment or learn any lessons. These three might have a chance. Who knew, though? Of course, the others around the house would help them, but he might have to rig the game in their favor. Give Jim a few more meds, deliver some mildly nice food to Jenny's kitchen. Not more than that, though. They had to learn their own lessons, and he couldn't spoon feed them that.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Starting point for the characters</span><br/><br/>Whenever they happened to wake up, each character would be on something soft. At a glance, they could notice that they were in a bedroom. The roof could be seen if they looked up, and the sound of bird wings could be heard, indicating that some kind of large bird - ravens, by the sound of it - was flying and landing on the roof above. Very near the roof, each room had a tiny window, but it was impossible to reach and, even if they could, it was too small for anyone to slip out of it.<br/><br/>Other than the bed, each room had little to offer in terms of furniture. A bedside table, and a small desk with a chair, and nothing more than that.<br/><br/>On the desk, there was an old radio, and on one of the top corners, what seemed like a security camera could be seen.</div>