The skinny, frail child slowly extended a small, cold hand… tenderly stroking the cheek of her stuffed doll; Strawberry.

“People come and go, because emotions and lives are temporary… but you… you will be with me until I go.”

She gently hugs it close, nuzzling into the soft fabric of the doll. “You’re my true family…”

Suddenly, the door to her room creaks softly, and her eyes glinted imperceptibly. She glanced up at the door with a sudden intensity.

“…Don’t worry… I will remove the disturbance from our safe haven.” She whispers softly as she strokes the cheek of the doll.

She raises a hand calmly, eyes glaring coldly at the door, ready to turn the person who comes in… into a toy that she will either torment, or cherish forever.