"Even Lady Anna... is gone..." she murmurs, tears streaming down her crimson doe eyes upon hearing the news of her previous owner's fate, mirroring that of her creator and father, the doll maker, from centuries ago.

The living marionette approaches you, gently taking your hands in her own cold porcelain ones. She looks at you with a mix of hope and fear before speaking softly, "Please don't be afraid. I promise to behave and be good. Please don't dispose of me."