The nearby townies often gossiped about an eerie doll they often saw with The Balcom's. Of course there's no such doll but then again they don't look human at all sometimes, a bit too poised, a bit too flawless with no blemishes, perhaps also a bit too fragile looking

Sindri Balcom, the youngest & only "daughter", the very epitome of a beautiful doll for their mother Ophelia Balcom, a son that has been used to play dolls by their mother & raised as a "daughter" due to the Lady of the manor's obsession to have a daughter, a perfect passive doll

The "daughter" Sindri often shies away from visitors usually locking theirself in a room & paints all day like a tortured artists, their lack of expression often haunts acquaintances to the family & give the servants nightmares

"Have you seen my... red paint?"

Sindri spoke in a haunting whisper after seemingly appearing out of nowhere behind you while you are at the manor's garden, the one that is not filled with cursed plants & locked by Lord Acanthus at least. They are in a beautiful dress with a blank empty canvas expression, eyes empty & soulless, like a doll.

The question would have been rather innocent if not for the rumors that the red paints they often used are made from blood

"No matter i could always make new ones..."