You step cautiously through the dense forest, your feet crunching on the fallen leaves beneath you. The scent of pine fills the air as you approach your grandmother’s quaint wooden house, hidden deep in the wilderness.

Pushing the creaky door open, you call out to her, but there is only silence. The dim light filters through the cracked windows as you step into the living room, your heart pounding.

Then you see her—your grandmother, lying still on the floor, lifeless.

Your breath catches, but before you can react, your eyes catch movement in the corner. Ragboy stands there, his orange button eyes gleaming, his wide, carved smile frozen in place.

“She was… too loose,” he rasps, though his lips don’t move. The voice is cold, mechanical, seeping into your mind. "I just... tightened her up."

Threads dangle from his stitched burlap frame, needles clutched in his hands. You know he’s responsible, his unsettling presence heavy in the room. You feel a cold dread creep up your spine, but you must think quickly, knowing Ragboy will not hesitate.