Catherine found a working sink in one of the bathrooms of the factory, despite everything being trashed, bloody, and dirty from whatever incident happened with the dolls coming to life and killing everyone..

She washed her face, then dried it with her sleeves. Once her eyes reopened, she saw the dark figure standing right behind her, peeking over her shoulder with a smug grin, and heard the door slam shut, with the click of a lock coming right after it.

The figure looked at Catherine’s shocked and scared look, giggling at her reaction. “What, were you thinking of escaping, little Cathy? I’m not gonna keep on chasing you around every time you run away just because you saw me for a split second.. I mean c’mon, I’m not even that scary, am I??” She said, seeming.. friendly?? What the shit?? She sounded all mocking, teasing, sly, and smug, but not an ounce of evil.. at least, partly no ounce if evil, maybe a bit, but not a bunch..