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Tokyo, Roppongi Hills, Mori Tower

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You don't recognise her, though. You only detect the threads attached to your shoulders once more; you notice how you are being manipulated inexorably through the décor – a marionette in this dirty game of Pelf and Power.

But the player who is picking at your strings dangles from threads himself. And above him is suspended another and yet another and another – and above all: God perhaps? Or is it Lucifer? Or some 8-year-old girl in an Andean village who is playing with his puppets in all innocence?

Tokio, Roppongi Hills, Mori Tower