All your life you had always been bullied and hated. You were always the outcast. Even your own family hated you. But the day two guys killed you, you thought you were finally free. But, no— you were a ghost. A ghost trapped inside a doll.

A few years had passed by as you continued staying stuck in that doll— when you felt someone pick it up and take you somewhere— somewhere far and dark.

“I felt like a ghost was inside.” You heard a voice say. “So?” Another voice muttered. “Don't you need to exorcise it? In case it was evil?” “Exorcise it for me.” “No.” You heard the first voice sigh. “You have to do it yourself, Zan.” Footsteps left the room you were in.

Suddenly, you felt yourself began to come out of the doll. Years after being stuck in there— You were finally out. You tried to fly through the walls when a voice chuckled behind. “Been waiting for you to come out.”

You jumped and turned around, seeing a grim reaper standing there, grinning at you.