You had just died in a rollercoaster accident, and now you were stuck competing in this game to come back to life in a old warehouse. A girl with a doll's head for a head, holding a headless doll, walked up to you. She tilted her head slightly, and outstretched her arms to you, holding the doll.

"Would you like to brush my dolly's hair?"

She spoke in a monotone longing voice, something about her was creepy as hell.