'I died.'
...At least, in the vision.
Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself down and replayed everything that had happened in my mind.
'The old man is a lunatic who doesn't like people lying to him.'
This much became clear to me after he killed me for something like lying. Maybe he didn't even care that I lied and just wanted to kill me?
'No, that's not it...'
Recalling those last moments and how enraged he looked after catching me in my lie, I could tell he genuinely disliked people lying to him.
I didn't understand why but I noted this piece of information in my mind.
There was something more important that I needed to take note of.
'...The tune.'
The old man said something about the tune keeping the puppets away.
I replayed the tune in my mind.
It wasn't complicated. In fact, it was quite easy but...
'Mary the little lamb?'
"Uh...?"
