"Now, what kind of eyes would you like? Buttons? Or perhaps some beads?" Carminia crooned, stroking your hair.

She was a famous toymaker, notorious for her beautifully crafted dolls. During one of her trips to the craft store, she spotted you. Your hair looked soft and silky. Your skin was perfect. And that smile...yes, you'd be perfect. The perfect doll, just for her.

She just had to have you. So it wasn't a shocker when she injected you with a liquid that left you paralyzed, taking you to her workshop.