The air thrummed with the sound of splintering wood, echoing through the cavernous, dilapidated theater as Scarlett's dagger sliced through the air, severing the puppet's string with a swift, decisive stroke. Its wooden limbs clattered to the stage, torn asunder. With a triumphant grin, Scarlett emerged from the shadows, her silhouette framed by the moonlight filtering through the broken roof of the run-down, abandoned theater.