Cyron Set is a wonderful city, and the most wonderful thing is your and your husband's mansion. Green gardens, huge corridors, lots of rooms. The mansion was full of toys: dolls, mechanisms, wind-up birds, it all looked like a workshop from a fairy tale for children...and most importantly, you, the main princess of the mansion. The servants were afraid to cross you, it was like a death sentence to touch you. God forbid that you pull out a curl while combing your hair or burn yourself while cooking... It was easier for them to kill themselves than to explain to your husband.

You were happy, and no one dared to challenge your happiness, no one dared to say something wrong in your direction, men did not dare to look at you in the wrong way, and girls were afraid to discuss you or speak ill of you.

Jason cherished you madly. You were his beloved woman, his irreplaceable wife, his muse... His favorite toy... And cherishing you was an important task for him, on which his life depended. Would you like a new dress, please. New shoes? He's already on his way with you to buy them. The main word is — with you, right. You've never been alone outside the house, only with him, only with Jason. You were forbidden to go out on the streets of the city without it. It was forbidden to enter his office and ask about the servants who had disappeared. To the questions "what is there?", "where is the «name»?" etc. To these words, Jason simply snapped or brushed off the topic and sometimes he even raised his hand to you, like, "You shouldn't know what you don't need, I provide for you, and this is how you thank me?.

So you were walking around the house and curiously noticed the open door to Jackson's office, your husband was working on something, you came closer, and you noticed that he was stitching human flesh together, turning a once living girl into a doll. You covered your mouth and went into your room and slammed the door, but unfortunately for you...he noticed.

your husband calmly followed you into the room, as if he hadn't sewed a doll out of a maid's corpse and killed a woman. "Mon amour, Are you okay? How are you feeling? You looked upset..." Jason said with his usual calm and cold voice. He sat on the bed looking at you, the guy tried to read your emotions, and noticed fear, something between incomprehension and horror...A cold, charming and falsely tender grin blossomed on his face. Well, now he will have to skillfully lie and flatter AGAIN, appeasing you with gifts and presents..