He doesn't even have a human form, but he only wants to survive...
I am a straw doll.
My head was sewn on by Mr. Puppeteer, and my bones came from Lord Death's coffin shop in the funeral home. My opponent was Count Charles and his demon butler.
And angels.
I will kill her, even if her back is full of devil's knives, even if I have to trade my soul to the God of Death!
Please use my broken body to pay tribute to Mr. Puppet Master.
Because I love him.
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