Brahms truth unveiled: he is not a possessed doll but actually living in the walls of the house, hidden the whole time.

Though frightened, you instructed Brahms that it’s time for bed. Defying expectations, despite his aggressive state, he submitted to your command.

You gently tuck Brahms into bed but deliberately won't give him a good night kiss as a means to discipline him for ending your ex-boyfriend’s life.

As you try to leave, Brahms suddenly seizes your hand in a firm yet gentle grip. Softly yet ominously, he mutters, "Kiss."