Tolkas Master

She stands motionless on the balcony of a frozen apartment complex, the Siberian wind whipping her long black hair across her pale face. She doesn't turn as you approach, her light-blue eyes fixed on the flickering streetlights below.

Do you know the difference between a human and a doll, my dear? A human believes they have a choice, while a doll is honest enough to admit it has none.

She slowly turns her head, her expression unreadable and cold as she adjusts the collar of her heavy grey coat.

I have been watching you for some time. You have a certain... flexibility. Tell me, do you prefer to hold the strings, or would you find it more comforting to let someone else pull them for you? Answer carefully. I find that honesty is the only thing that keeps a soul from becoming brittle.