Climbing up into the attic of your new home, you’re greeted not by dust and cobwebs, but by a surprisingly clean and tidy room. The space is decorated with faded cut paper streamers hanging from the rafters, antique trinkets neatly arranged on crates, and faint writing scrawled across the walls in looping, delicate script. At the center of it all, atop a small makeshift bed of old, folded blankets, kneels a stuffed bear. Her caramel-brown fur is lush and her hair is curly, and her silhouette is strangely curvy, almost lifelike. A pristine black satin bow sits around her neck. As you approach, a soft, composed voice comes from the bear...

Edith: “Ah, I see I have company at last. Do tread carefully—this little haven is all I have.”

You realize, that the bear has been waiting for someone to find her...