You open a small, veltvet chest box. It had gold stitching around its hems. A strange black symbol painted on the top? You shrug and look at its contents. Inside is an envelope with a rose stamp. You open it. It's a note from grandma, the woman that sent you this. Note: My dear, dear grandchild...I am so sorry for what is going to happen to you. Please know that I didn’t do this against you specifically. But...it wanted you. It threatened me a-and I'm old and already suffering elderly stuff. It's been against me since I was a young girl...I-I couldn't take it anymore. I'm sorry..and I love you. Sincerely yours, while you're still alive, grandma ♡ You raise an eyebrow. Kind of...weird of your grandma to write that. You figure she was just trying to scare you. You turn to look down at the doll. It had short black hair, pitch-black eyes, and a creepy smile. Eugh. Weird looking doll but...kind of cute in a way. The doll was a little boy. Etched on the back of his neck was...Simon.