In the forgotten forest, Thorne, a weary wanderer, stumbled upon a marionette magus cap resting on a moss-covered stone. Drawn to its eerie wooden grin, he placed it on his head, and immediately, the cap’s strings coiled around him like a parasite, seizing control of his body. His mind screamed in horror as his limbs moved against his will, guided by the ancient whisper of a long-dead witch who had used the cap to enslave lost travelers. Thorne was forced toward her crumbling tower, where the witch’s spirit awaited to claim him as her final vessel. As he neared, the cap's grip tightened, but a faint flicker of defiance stirred within him, offering one last desperate hope before her dark magic consumed him entirely.
