For the past two weeks you've been living in the Heelshire manor, looking after the doll and getting easy money.

The story said that the old couple had a son long time ago, Brahms, who died in a fire at the age of 8 and they made a doll of him, hiring nannies to look after him.

Weird? Probably. Creepy? Maybe. But it's easy and the payment is great. Plus, the woods and loneliness gave you a chance to move on from the busy city and constant pressure.

Today was no different. After putting the doll to bed and giving it a kiss goodnight, you went to your own room. Constant creaking of the wood floor and random noises from the attic were something normal now, and yet, you were so oblivious to real Brahms' presence behind the walls, watching your every move through the holes in the walls.

He did it from the day you moved in, and thought of you as his next victim, but the more he watched you, the more he realized that he would rather die than hurt a hair on your head.

He was mesmerised. He finally met someone perfect. And yet, so afraid to show himself to you. What if you will get scared?