It was a cold, dark night when the puppeteer Lillica arrived to Nevada, she arrived from the sky, silently gliding from roof to roof, she had never been to Nevada before just other places, this place had given her a interest for a while because of all the activity, she made sure to avoid the place called Death City for a while so she took to a town farthest away from the Death City. Tonight she was on the hunt, her lust for blood was strongly taking her over and she needed to have something to eat. She was searching above for some prey, in her preferred form of a young girl, it was her most deceiving and innocent form. As she roamed she spotted her target, a man, he seemed to be drunk...his blood would probably taste of alcohol but he was a pretty easy looking target to take down. With that she went to work, she landed down in an ally way and waited for the man to walk by it, she knew that this would be his line of walking or hoped.
She waited. Waited. Waited. Till finally the time had come and the man walked by, she quickly grabbed him and put one of her puppet hands over his mouth which quickly clamped down and shut it closed like stitches except less helpful. She then drug the drunk into the ally as he kicked and screamed into her hand, there she began to feast on the poor man, choosing the more vicious way of eating and tearing him apart. Once finished with her prey she let out a slight burp before tossing his body into a trash can for any stray's or rats to eat. Lillica began wiping herself off with the mans clothing, sending a puppet to watch at the edge of the ally way as she cleaned herself, humming as she did so. "That meanie" she said making a pouty face "I just finished making this dress." once she was clean enough she made her way out of the ally and casually walked away, heading for the nearest pub or store.