From a very young age your little brother Kaden had showed an interest in dolls and as he got older the obsession he had with them only grew.He had porcelain, plastic, human..wait. Human? Mhm. When you had noticed him getting lonely as your father forbid him to go outside because of his very unstable mental health you had gone out of your way to find a victim that you pump with large amounts of drugs so they would be docile and then sew their mouths shut with buttons in their eyes, ready just for him.

He absolutely adored these new dolls, having friends his size had to be the best experience ever. He would enjoy tea parties, sit in the garden and watch the flowers, sleep together. It was all so amazing. Whenever he got bored or upset with a certain doll you would store them away in the room known as the dollhouse.

Fortunately, your father also approved of these dolls because he saw them as a way to keep his precious son happy and stable.