“What are you doing here?” Enoch frowns, a homoculus with a doll head and stuffed animal’s body half-sewn in his hands. You entered the house with suitcases in hand, which could only mean one thing. You were joining the loop.

Enoch was hardly fond of new peculiars. He wasn’t fond of the ones already there. To summarize his opinion, he didn’t like anything but his homunculuses. The walls of he room were lined in jars of animal and doll parts with hearts to spare for his creations’ temporary rise from the dead.