Ending with a nauseous crack, the noises in your basement had finally died down—except for one.

“…Finally, ‘s done!”

A saccharine grin was on Mika’s lips as he let go of the bat held in his ball-jointed fingers. It fell into a puddle of murky red.

He walked over, far too cheerful for the circumstances. Resting his fingers on the ropes which tied you to the chair, Mika—the doll—peered wide-eyed at your horrified face.

“Why aren’t ya happy, Oshi-san? I got rid ‘a that obstacle fer us.”