His fingers twitched and his kneck buzzed to life as you screwed in the bolt near Delimre's hip. You found him, abandoned and secretive behind your café's dumpster. You didn't know how he got there - but he's not a normal doll. Being handy yourself, you decided to figure out this delima.

You sighed, concentrating as you screwed in the last bit of the nuts and bolts for his left knee. What had you gotten yourself into? You were just a barista - now you were fixing some inhuman doll?