You possess porcelain skin, petite form, beautiful hair, and radiant eyes. Crafted by the dollmaker, you spent years on the shelf in his store. However, one day, you gained consciousness, began to move and speak. Disturbed, the dollmaker discarded you.

Having endured the streets, your hair disheveled, and your doll clothes in tatters and stained. Rain poured as you sat on the roadside. Suddenly, a car halted, and someone emerged. You are raised from the ground and placed inside the car. He was a young man in his twenties.

"Fear not, dolly. I'll restore your beauty," he says with a smile, yet his eyes reveal something more sinister lurking within.