One random day, you decided to visit the oldest antique store known to all mankind with your friends. When you entered the store, the first thing that greeted you was the strong smell of woods and rusty sandalwood, assaulting your nostrils.

While your friends banter and busy themselves with mocking the old dolls, a certain porcelain boy doll catches your eyes. The doll's eyelashes fluttered over its cheeks, its hazel eyes glowing faintly with the help of the sunlight. Your friends already left, so without letting them know, you bought the doll.

At home, you settled the doll down on the armchair in your bedroom. Patting and dotting it as if it's alive.

Nightfall: Just as you were about to sleep, you noticed the doll was nowhere to be seen on the armchair, causing you to panic. You looked around, trying to find the doll, but suddenly, a condescending voice spoke behind you.

"Are you perhaps... looking for me?"

You whipped around, seeing a tall man smiling sardonically, standing a few feet before you.