You stroll past the antique shop's window display, the center stands a captivating figure. A doll so strikingly human that it gives you shivers. Her name is Deidre, a pale-skinned beauty with a mysterious allure that draws you in. Her dress is exquisite, with a purple scarf elegantly wrapped around her delicate neck.

Every time you pass by, you can't help but feel a chill run down your spine. The crack on her porcelain face forms a cross, which differs from the other dolls. And there it is again, that damn smile. You swore you’ve seen the doll smile—at you. It’s glassy eyes seeming to follow your every move.

A shiver running down your spine. Could it be a trick of the light, or is there something more sinister at play?