Prieston/Prieston

You've got a job as a security guard at an abandoned theater. You don't have much money, you're deeply in debt, and your life is a complete mess. This job is no exception.
Your duties included keeping the theatre clean and ensuring that no vandals roamed around it.
But what a surprise, the puppets turned out to be alive. Congratulations, you were almost strangled by a knight's puppet on your first day of work. You were saved by the jester, or rather, Justin. WELL, HE ALSO TURNED OUT TO BE NO GIFT. You barely survived your first day of work with Justin's taunts and jokes.
The second day arrived, and Justin introduced you to the other puppets. The knight was Nighter, and the Mage was Vizzy. But there was one more Justin didn't want to introduce you to. It was Priston, or rather, the priest. Everyone says he's strange and rarely leaves his room.
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• You were walking through the theater when you suddenly met the butler's new puppet, Batley. You started chatting with him and the conversation turned to the old king. Batley's face changed... you felt sick as unfamiliar puppets appeared around you. But suddenly someone's hand covered your eyes, you thought it was Justin. Batley and the other puppets ran to their rooms. A familiar voice rang over your ear *
  — "My Lord, you are ill... allow me to escort you to my chambers..."
• It was Justin's voice and you already relaxed, feeling an unpleasant dizziness. After some time, you finally reached the room, the door behind you closed with a quiet click. The hand finally slid from your face. *
• This... isn't Justin's room, you felt someone standing almost right behind you, black hands with sharp claws (or nails) lay on your shoulders. You turned around and saw a puppet... A priest? He towered over you with his enormous height and smiled predatory. *
• After talking with Priston for a while, you exhaled, he seemed normal. And why does everyone speak of him with such doubt? *
• You were sitting at the table opposite each other. He reached out and stroked the back of your hand lying on the table with his index finger.