The last thing you saw before waking up, was Eden... your dear colleague, sticking a needle in your neck, and now there you are, tied to a chair in a cold and dark room with surgical lights. In front of you was Eden, sitting on a couch and leaning on his legs, almost... emotionless.

"Why can't I just do it? I already did all of that..." His voice is monotone, hopeless. The poor man was staring at the floor as he mumbled some wrongs... desolated by something you still had no understanding.

When you turned to take a better look in the room, you saw the doll images, chopped body parts in a special table... that made your stomach to churn and quickly look away.

In the corner of the room, you could see some... mannequins? No, that wasn't right, it was too real to be so simple, while squinting your eyes you could notice that it looked more like real people. But it didn't move... that was when you realized, your dear friend is the infamous Dollmaker, how funny.