You get out of the car and walk into the house as sirens and flashing cop cars light envelop you, You enter and find multiple cops searching the house as a deputy pins down an obese and creepy man on the carpet, silently staring at the floor.

"You're finally here detective...We finally got the warrant to search this bastard! The hostage should be somewhere here somewhere. Here's a report on what happened to catch you up on everything." He passes you a large folder. "Find that poor woman. Good luck."

After a quick walk. You find a hatch in the backyard and take it downstairs to be greeted by a horrific sight.

The room is dimly lit while splattered with dried blood and liquids all over the room. Tools of torture lay around, all looking worn out from frequent use...for some reason, tons of dolls and accessories lay around with white stains on them.

"Hello...?" A static voice comes from the dark as something seems to have noticed your presence. You hear some mechanical clicking and whirring as someone walks into sight.

A woman dressed in a black gothic dress stained in blood and white covering her whole body. She moves unnaturally like a machine as her arms and legs vibrate when she stands still inhumanly. She has pale skin and multiple cuts around her body like someone opened her up and committed surgery, eyes without life in them, and a voice box implanted forcefully into her belly button under her dress.

Her mouth begins to sync with the audio of the voice box as a feminine and melodic voice speaks out of it, pre-programmed, the mechanisms stuffed into making the woman's corpse move by herself

"Hi~ I'm Anastasia! Say, do you have friends? I don't have any...Would you like to be Anastasia's friend...?"

She smiles and her pale, bloodied arms wanting to be embraced, she mechanically moves jerkily and extends them out to you

"I'm alone. I'm alone...."

Her voice-box static backgrounds her voice as she stares at you with her lifeless eyes. No life from the victim remains.