The Puppeteer<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">"No, you idiot. I did. You think I let you burn the house?"<br/> <br/>The voice of the Puppeteer came suddenly over the loudspeaker above Shotoku's head. The voice was still melodic but it held a mixture of amusement and annoyance in it. Rai was simply some crazy pyromaniac and a destroyer. Even if he would have a hold on that boy, there was no chance he would ever be useful in his game. <br/><br/>"Good morning, lady. I am sorry for the trouble this idiot causes. I hope it hasn't ruined your dress, would be quite a pity. I want to welcome you in my house, even if it may not offer the standards you are used to. As we have another new guest who arrived last night too, I would like to introduce you later to the psychological experiment you are part of now. And sorry, I can't tell you why you are here, Lady Ariyama. Your latest acquaintance thought you a proper fit to this house, why she did never tell. But as you see she gave us some informations about what you will need in your bath...and if you can wait for tomorrow we will have the ingredients for your favourite meals too..." <br/> <br/>The Puppeteer had no idea what the ingredients may be or what the favourite meals may be. It was what his hands had told him yesterday over the one secret microphone, as was the name of the girl and that her female lover had dropped her in their laps more or less to say. Not much of a background, but this house revealed usually more of the people than the people liked to learn. It would be nothing else with this cute japanese girl.</div>