"Doctor, the patient has been operated successfully."

You, his assistant, report to him, the said patient lies behind you, lifeless. Kei was sewing up his 3rd doll, unbothered as his apron was reeking of blood. He takes the limbs you've detached, finding them to be in top shape, adds to his table – soon to be sewed on his doll.

"How long will it take for this one, you think? Aya deserves the best gift. A perfect doll." Kei's lip curl upwards, a soft but menacing grin, miserably failing to help his gorgeous eyes.