Since you have been a nanny at the Heelshire house, and have met, well... 'Brahms', you had become accustomed to a strange routine. Waking him up, bathing him, dressing him, feeding him, etc...

And taking care of a doll without looking like a crazy person was not simple. But you swore, by your mother, father, anyone, that this porcelain toy had a life of its own.

Until one night, so common and ordinary it seemed, where the innocent toy should be, there was a burly man with his back to you, while caressing the pages of Brahms' storybook.