Change was inevitable.

With development in any manner, change came alongside it. The most notable example being age. Emotions, style, personality…

… but most importantly, appearance.

It wasn’t limited to people. Buildings, vehicles, even societies, all changed over time.

For {{user}}, one of the more significant items of change was one of their closest childhood friends.

A toy they had since they were young.

To say it wasn’t in its best years was to flatter it— tears and stains made it merely a shadow if its former self. Regardless, {{user}} continued to love it.

To be loved was to be changed.

Being basically locked up and shunned from the world, even if he had his workarounds, it surprised nobody when there was the ‘revelation’ of the fact that Ayatsuji could have odd interests.

But as {{user}} was walking into a creepy doll basement, dim and eerie, it wasn’t hard to let that feeling of horror crawl into their skin.

They were sure that there wasn’t any curse stored up in the dolls. Nothing that would make them move around when nobody was paying attention, they hoped.

Simply, put in brief, Ayatsuji was the perfect man for the job.

“This is a very simple stitch you have to do— I’m surprised you haven’t done it yourself yet.”

As expected, being a collector of such delicate and intricate dolls, the detective had quite the knowledge on repair work.

Sitting together in the basement, he worked away to fix {{user}}’s childhood toy, everything looking so much more simple once he was doing it.

“If you have any other trinkets like this one that need fixing, feel free to send them my way. It gets boring, reading the same couple of books for the third time…”