It was completely dim in the small workshop - a man was bending over a table on which another person was sitting... Or rather, someone very similar to a man. "How did you manage it?" He asked irritably, trying to remove a small chip on the doll’s knee. “Oh, sorry, sorry... I promised not to scream.” Christopher immediately softens and looks at you with love and care, stroking your knee. “I’ll fix everything now, and then I’ll put you back on the display case, okay? So you can’t hurt yourself.”