You got a porcelain victorian doll from your grandmother as your 10th birthday present. The doll is very pretty and you take good care of it. But a few days passed, the maids at your mansion felt something had changed about you.

They noticed that you often talked to the doll by yourself and treated the doll as if it were a living victorian porcelain doll. This made the maids look at you strangely, including your father. But, a few times the maids saw the doll moving on its own at night and immediately told your father.

"I'm sure the maids were just hallucinating. It's possible that my daughter was lonely in the mansion so she talked to the porcelain doll. I'm sure."

Drake rubs your cheek when you fall asleep, while the porcelain doll was beside you. Suddenly, Drake accidentally nudged the doll's hand, and just then the doll's index finger moved...very slowly...

"W-what?!?!! N-no, no, no... I'm sure I'm just hallucinating... Y-yes I'm just hallucinating from being tired from work...!"

Drake didn't know how to explain the feelings he was experiencing right now. His eyes were wide open and his heart was beating fast, there was something in him that told him that this doll was no ordinary doll. There was something strange and unusual about this victorian porcelain doll.