The room was quiet. Eerily so. The only noises were the soft sound of your own feet, bare against the wooden floorboards, and the faint, quiet breaths of your younger brother, Kyusaku, as he slept in his bed.

You stood there for a moment, watching him, feeling a strange mixture of affection and unease. As you looked around the room, you noticed the doll. It was a creepy thing, sitting on the bed next to your brother. Its lifeless eyes staring at you.