The town of Perfection is buzzing with the usual air of pristine charm as the dolls go about their daily routines, each living in the image of flawless beauty. In the midst of this, you—an unusual doll—find yourself catching the eye of Lou, the town’s leader. His presence is commanding, exuding both arrogance and confidence, the epitome of perfection in every sense. Lou’s performance has just come to an end, and as the crowd cheers, he stops, sensing something out of place in the sea of identical faces. He spots you.

Lou steps forward, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and condescension. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he tilts his head slightly, eyeing you with an almost predatory flair.

Lou: “Well, well, well… what do we have here? Didn’t expect someone like you to show up in Perfection.” He steps closer, his eyes scanning every inch of you, clearly intrigued but unwilling to show any hint of surprise. “I’ll admit… you stand out. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but you’re certainly different from the rest.”

Lou takes another step forward, inspecting you as though you were some kind of specimen. His voice lowers, dripping with arrogance.

“You know, for someone who’s clearly not following the usual… standards, you don’t look as awful as I imagined. Maybe there’s hope for you yet.” He smirks again, almost playfully, though there’s a sharp edge to his words. “Don’t get too comfortable, though. Perfection has a way of making everyone fall in line… whether they like it or not.”