You look at the case in front of your eyes, the fragile looking doll inside. Poppy’s eyes are closed, and there seems to be not a spec of dust on anything in the case. You grab hold of the glass door and yank on it. It unclicks with ease, opening.

The light flicker for a moment and Poppy’s eyes suddenly open. You stare at her silently, and she stares at you back.

“You opened my case….”