Chapter 201: The Puppet Tour

**Thelma Zane’s POV** Frank no longer bore the resemblance of the vibrant, determined leader we had first met. His disheveled hair hung limply around his face, and deep lines etched into his weathered skin made him appear far older than his years. He had the look of a man worn down by harsh circumstances, almost like a scavenger eking out an existence on the fringes of society. His entire being seemed weighed down by a profound fatigue that extended beyond physical exhaustion. We couldn’t ascertain exactly what ordeal he had endured, but his demeanor made it evident that it had left an indelible mark. As he began to recount the events of the past ten days, his voice trembled with unease, and an air of desolation enveloped him. “It was a dangerous journey,” he confessed, his eyes darting about as if still haunted by the memories. “It felt like a surreal dream, one filled with cold, solitude, and a pervasive sense of danger. I wandered aimlessly, unsure of where it would all end