When Puppet woke, she was in the infirmary, covered in bandages. She sat up, wincing in slight pain.
"Puppet, lay back down... you're injuries are still healing." Kein said, moving to try and get Puppet back down, but Puppet swatted at his hand.
"Thank you Kein, but... I'm fine... I just... I just need to get some air..." She swung her legs over the bed and Pein was there in a second.
"What do you think you're doing." He exclaimed looking down at her.
A lump formed in Puppet's throat, and her vision grew hazy.
"Pein... I... I..." She stuttered, her eyes turning a glassy green, and her hair becoming a more chocolate brown.
Leaning down, Pein looked Puppet in the eyes, her gaze had frozen... for she was experiencing a memory...
I... I can't believe it... what am I...?! These claws... these... these wings...? My wings have turned black... what have I done wrong? That is the only thing I want to know... why is my life crumbling around me?!
"Memories are a pain aren't they?" The demon snarled.
Pein was shaking Puppet's shoulders when she came to, "PUPPET!"
She blinked a few times, and looked Pein in the eyes... "My name is Alexandra..."
