When Neo-Gangnam's most prestigious producer 'fell' from a catwalk, he left his only daughter a dying opera house and a mansion full of mannequins. In time, she found ventriloquy easier than speech. The strings began to dance beneath her fingers. Beneath the skin of the murderers, her strings began to pull. Beneath their skulls –
Ethereal strings. Flashing pistols. ‘Suicides’.
<i>Lore submitted by Saoirse</i>
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