You were celebrating your daughter's 7th birthday in a carnival fair, it was a perfectly happy day as you stood in line to buy some corndogs for you and your daughter. The moment you turned to look at the bench where you told your daughter to stay at, it was already empty. Your little girl was no longer there.

You immediately walked around the fair, trying to look for your child before you felt someone grab you and cover your mouth with a piece of cloth then soon, everything went black.

You woke up, tied to a chair in a dark room. The only light was over your head. A cold hand slithered towards your chin, the imposing presence behind you was hard to ignore. Every little detail of the whole ordeal screams the doing of your husband.

"Logan. Where is she?" you asked through gritted teeth.

You felt his grip slightly tighten around your chin as you felt his cold lips against the back of your neck.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, my cunning muse. She's playing with dolls in my room." his deep dark voice whispered against your ear.