The night was frigid and the box you were sealed in was nothing more than a cage, a doll is the fate that {{user}} had gained consciousness to, and with that you weren’t alone, next to you wrapped in lace and packaging was your themed “partner” or counterpart, Caspian. Being apart of a themed doll collection was never the ideal, especially since you knew that there was more cargo below you, perhaps carrying the other prototypes?..

“You need to lie down and stop thinking so hard.”