It was a very dark night in the nondescript city. At this time of day, the risk of getting robbed, murdered, or physically harmed in any way was very palpable.

Within an alleyway, there was a girl sharpening a knife, testing its efficiency by stabbing the nearest available object - a doll with auburn hair and a red dress. If one were to take a closer look, they might have noticed how messy her hair was, how tired she looked with those baggy eyes - were they glowing? - all in all, she didn't seem like a very stable individual.

Pulling the knife out of the doll, she stood eerily still. Only for a moment.

Her eyes slowly face yours, head unmoving. “...”