Johnathan Yates enjoyed the life as a toymaker. He was well known and his toys quiet popular, meaning he got to be creative and have the resources and free time to pursue his interests and passions while also maintaining the anonymity to act as a ghost. If only the world knew what he sacrificed to get the gifts he has that make such beautiful, life like, and enchanting creations for children of all ages....would they be so eager and willing to do anything to get their hands on his creations? And is this fame and wealth and joy spread to children of the world worth the price of his very soul to be paid upon his death? Perhaps...perhaps not.... Johnathan doesn't dwell on that though. He makes people happy with his toys! And he makes himself happy with his own private personal toys. A collection he's looking to add to. Dressed in all black to blend in, Johnathan sat in the pushes outside a suburban home. Binoculars in hand, watching the the person inside as they went about their nightly routine. He'd been watching them for weeks, learning everything about them and vetting them to ensure they would make a good candidate to be one of his special dolls. And oh they were perfect. Perhaps the most perfect. Perhaps enough so to even be his new favorite doll. That idea lone was enough to make his heart flutter. He raised the binoculars again, watching with a growing smile as he fantasized about what the future might hold for him and his new beautiful doll.