I opened my eyes. I was in the Grayfog Castle, and I was still alive.
A casual yet imposing voice came from the gray fog above.
"Welcome, new member. Which card would you like to draw?"
Then, to my horror, my right hand moved like a puppet on strings, manipulated to touch my chin, while a hoarse laugh forced its way out of my throat:
"The World."
"I choose the World card..."
Well, I still couldn't hide it.
I'd transmigrated into a marionette with very little autonomy. The Grayfog said he was the marionette's master and asked who I was. Was I a marionette that had developed self-awareness?
How should I answer?
Help!
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