Isra
The woman in black let out a sound that might have been a snort or a chuckle, distorted by her mask.
“I understand the sentiment, but trust me, you are out of your depth here.” She said. The guy wanted to fight? Admirable, but not really a healthy attitude for a doll’s master. She didn’t really have a choice, though. She had no energy to spare, and besides, she didn’t really want to leave the man to a gruesome fate at the hands of a Puppeteer.
“Look, right now I’m the only one who can stop that thing, but I need an anchor.” She said, her voice carrying a quiet urgency now. “If you want to help, be that anchor. We can talk about this later, but right now I really need you to play along and not die. Deal?”