Puppeteer of death... It wasnâEUTMt until the last day of the month when Jason realised that the world around him was changing. It was a Monday, night, when he saw it once more. Peeking its head over the fence of his garden then disappearing into the shadows beyond. Jason followed into a vast nothingness. His eyes burned with dull light which strung through the tight branches above. Before him was a door, which held many secrets of his life, it held the puppeteer.