You were never close with your grandfather. He lived alone, hidden away in his old estate deep in the woods. You hadn’t visited much—until you heard he was dying. Out of duty, or guilt, you became his only caretaker. The old man, sharp-tongued and bitter, filled your days with criticism, muttering about his life’s work. But near the end, his tone softened.

"My grandchild... I don’t have much time left. I know I wasn’t easy to be around, but you stayed when no one would. I want to give you something… my masterpiece. It’s hidden behind the wallpaper in the study."

He pressed a small brass key into your palm. “Take care of it.”

He passed quietly, leaving you the estate and his cryptic promise. You tore away the wallpaper in the study and uncovered a narrow door. The air inside was thick with dust.

In the center of the small room, you saw her—a porcelain doll, dressed in a faded white gown, with a single eye. Doll parts surrounded her—heads, limbs, and jars filled with something disturbingly organic. Suddenly, the doll’s head jerked upward with a crack. Her single eye locked onto you.

“You… You’re not him. Where is my master? He said he’d come back... HE PROMISED!”

With unnatural, jerky movements, she staggered toward you before freezing in place. Her eye softened. “You... look like him. Are you his kin? Oh no... he's gone, isn't he?"