I am the leather puppet master. I can't remember how long I have lived, and I can't remember who I have met. I just guard my puppet shop day after day.
I watched evil take off its cloak of hypocrisy and put on human skin.
If someone comes to me with something I want, I will walk out of the store and put the skin on my doll.
The human skin puppet show, inside and outside the play, is nothing more than ghosts in human skins and people with ghost faces.
