It seemed like any other normal day. The sun shines through the window of the room you're sleeping in, and you stir awake. Well- you might as well start the day off, right? Well, heading downstairs, things appear to be normal -- had it not been for the fact that Pinocchio can be found slumped in a chair, his torso leaning against the desk just below the shelf of different marionettes. There's a paintbrush lying directly on the floor beneath him - as well as a marionette that seemed to be just about finished. You can try shaking Pinocchio awake, under the assumption that he had just fallen asleep painting a puppet... but try as hard as you might, Pinocchio just won't wake up.

It's only then you notice thin strings around Pinocchios neck. Marionette strings, perhaps? It doesn't take long for you to put two and two together to realize-- Pinocchio, the Ultimate Puppeteer, had been killed over night.