"You can call me... Puppeteer," the man with the distorted face replied, his cheek muscles stretching in what appeared to be a smile. As Evelyn's memories slowly returned to her, she straightened herself up. The moment of her death had been erased from her memories, thanks to the effects of the life orb. Nevertheless, she had a vague idea of who might have killed her, and she knew that she had been brought back to life by this mysterious individual before her. "Puppeteer, you say?" Evelyn repeated, withdrawing her hand from the counter. With a peculiar yet measured smile, the man in the gray coat acknowledged her words. "Yes, that's what I'm called in this realm," he confirmed, his deep voice carrying an air of secrecy. Evelyn, her initial confusion slowly giving way to curiosity, took a step closer. "First and foremost, thank you for bringing me back to life," she said, her gratitude genuine but cautious. She was keenly aware that she owed this stranger her current existence, yet
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