The puppeteers, enigmatic figures draped in cloaks of obscurity, watched his every move. Their faces remained hidden, but their presence weighed heavy in the air.
As Gabriel walked, his thoughts were a tumultuous storm. He had made a deal with these puppeteers, an alliance forged in desperation. It had seemed like the only way to gain information, to understand their insidious plans. But now, with each revelation, he questioned the cost of his actions.
The puppeteers had demanded his loyalty, and their methods were as cruel as they were effective. Gabriel's fingers traced the scars on his arms, remnants of the rituals they had subjected him to. They had delved into the darkest corners of his mind, extracting secrets and memories, leaving him feeling violated and vulnerable.
He had seen their power firsthand, the way they could manipulate minds and puppeteer their victims. It was a chilling display of control that left no room for defiance.