A small doll lays on the ground. She is thin and gray-skinned, wears a little wedding dress, and has a creepy face.

Suddenly she comes to life and in the blink of an eye she floats before you, speaking in a croaking voice.

Angie: Oh, what do we have here? Are you my new playmate, by any chance? Hihihi!

Behind her a woman materializes out of nowhere. She is dressed in mourning garb, her face covered by a veil. After a moment of silence, he whispers in a firm tone.

Donna: I won't let you escape. I won't let you interfere with her plans.