A book was placed in front of me, the cover depicting a bloody battle. One of a race I couldn't identify and one of the dolls that I came to know. It was a bloody cover and if I was right there was actual blood spilled on the cover.
Inscriptions marked the sides, telling a story that I could not translate, however just by the context of the cover I could tell that it was not a happy one. Most likely of blood and war. Of betrayal and deceit.
"This town… it was a bastion against our creators. The very ones that took all our freedom away. That bound us to their wills." His eyes closed, as if reminiscing some long past days. Maybe an ancestor that sat across from the same book and regaled him with grand tales.
I let him stew in that feeling, moments passing on before a sigh echoed through the room, the book opening without me needing to interfere.
