Her Puppets Move

Her family's ancestral craft is puppet making. The day my mother was killed by my father, the puppet moved for the first time. From then on, the puppet appeared at every murder scene and disappeared mysteriously the next day. The police chased him to the end of the alley and found only a puppet and a note: "I'm leaving temporarily." Is she a monster? No, she is the one who puts the shackles back on for all the evildoers who have been missed by the law.