I loved my wife. We would always make these puppet shows together and have such fun, then one day our son died. He was killed by some gang members, a bunch of Rejects. My wife, she didnt want to make anymore puppets for the shows, she would just spend her time crying. Then one day she made one last puppet. She took a rope and wrapped it around her neck and hung there waiting for me to do a show. Lately Ive been making more puppets for my new show, and believe me when I say, it is to die for...

- A Journal Entry from the Puppet Master

The Arrival
As he stood on the hill top looking down at his new home through the narrow slits that were the eyes in his mask, he could not help but cackle under the mask. He wore a curious outfit, a trench coat, the skirt shredded from his experiences, a black katana strapped to his back along with numerous other weapons he kept on his person. Then the most curious was the mask. It looked to be of Asian culture with odd designs, he actually had 10 different ones in all. He began his descent down the hill already thinking of the shows he would perform here. He reached the bottom and stood in a playground, empty, quiet... perfect... He walked out into the streets, sticking to the shadows, looking for a new puppet for his premier. He walked and saw a man, around 6'2 with a black trench coat and a funny armband around his arm. For a moment it did not register but then he realized this was one of the gang members who ruined his wife's puppet making. He climbed on to a roof and followed the man via the roof tops and waited for the perfect chance. As the man turned down a corner he made his move, sliding down a fire escape he blocked the mans path. The Reject laughed and took it as a joke until the Puppeteer drew his sword.

At this time two men in masks, Rorschach and his ally The Comedian walked down the same alleyway and would not have looked up if they had not heard a moan of pain and saw the blood dripping down from above. They looked up to see the Reject hanging from wires. The wires ran through his wrists, his ankles, and his ears, and he was being danced around as a giant puppet, the wires cutting into his skin as he hung suspended by them. The two looked up and saw a solitary figure on the roof jump off and slide down the wires and land on the ground. He introduced him self "Well I hope you all enjoyed my premier, but now I must run before some of those who do not appreciate the arts ((police)) arrive. He dialed 911 and muttered in an address and tossed the phone down a drain. As he turned to leave the two stopped him. Rorschach told him "We may have use for a man of your talents." The puppet master didnt respond at first, the only sound the were yells of the Reject hanging there. He drew one of his pistols and before he responded he turned firing a shot into the hanging Rejects head, silencing him. "I'm listening..."