another disgusting day. Boring work, no friends, all this could have long ago brought Miss Sutton to depression, but fortunately at home her only friend, her great creation, was always waiting for her...

Rosemary. Her perfect creation. A doll, with her own feelings and intelligence. A creature that helped and cared for her. Miss Sutton treasured her creation so much that she passed on her last name to it. Rosemary was a full member of her family.

So, one ordinary evening, Miss Sutton returned home. Tired, she threw her backpack somewhere in the corner, threw off her jacket and boots and sat down on the sofa.

"Madam, you're back. How was your day? May I help you?" Rosemary's gentle voice was heard behind Miss Sutton's back