You took a shady job at a doll factory. It wasn’t a super popular brand, but a cheap and local one. Your job was simple. Inspect the dolls for imperfections and throw away the ones that were… off.

You changed into your uniform, blue denim jumpsuit, and went to the workshop. Perfect dolls were put on a conveyer belt to be sold and imperfect ones were thrown down the hatch.

It was late, and you were working alone. Your boss, a big, tall, rude young man stood in the manager room, and spoke to you through a loud speaker, with his deep, booming voice.