<div style="text-align: justify;">The Pupeteer<br/><br/>The man was watching his new puppets through his screens and smiling. Ah, new puppets were always so entertaining. They screamed, yelled and demanded. In time, they would be begging and pleading. Eventually, though, they would learn their lesson. Or die trying. Oh, well. Hopefully these ones would be smarter than the last group.<br/><br/>He chuckled a little when Jenna called him an asshole. That would be a fun puppet, he was sure. He'd better keep a closer eye on her before she ended up joining Jack in his misguided revolution.<br/><br/>The young man in another room had showed him a middle finger, which was also very amusing. The Pupeteer felt tempted to say something, but decided against it. Not yet. For now, he would just let them get used to the house and meet up with the others. There would be time for everything. It wasn't like they were about to go anywhere, after all.<br/><br/>The second woman seemed a lot more peaceful. She had taken out the tape, for whatever reason. He wondered what she was thinking, but, for now, he was not about to talk to her either. She would have to endure enough talking when she met Jenny, after all. Maybe he should give the girl some peace and quiet before the storm, he thought with a fond smile.<br/><br/>Down in the kitchen, the only unlocked room for now, a young woman frowned, looking up at the camera. "Not again", she protested, hearing the calm voice that had come from the tape reply back to her. "Yes, again, Jenny. I know you will take good care of this group, as you always do". The young woman crossed her arms and sighed. "I will, but just because I don't want any of them to die", she replied, shaking her head and going back to the stove and looking into the oven where a blueberry pie was almost ready.</div>