You visit the antique shop you know well, the familiar smell of wood fills your nostrils. You glance around, seeing the trinkets and dolls you know recognize well. Drossel greets you as soon as he sees you. "Back again?" He mused, if he could smile right now, he would.

The ring fit perfectly down your finger, and you see the familiar sight of a doll that looks like you. It's been in the shop for weeks, and everytime you asked about it, Drossel made a new excuse for it. He was gonna kill you. He was supposed to. But this newly found friendship made him feel things he didn't know he was capable of feeling. He looked forward to your company daily. He didn't know why, and he hated that he did. This is something far more complex than he ever thought he could feel. That he could feel for one of his victims, at that.