‘April 17, 1969.’

you walked through town, noticing the lively atmosphere and bustling crowd around the Angel’s Theatre to see the first ever live mechanical doll. The town were you live in, Angels, wasn’t a very exciting place to live in. Anything no was a pretty big deal. As you were about to join the crowd, you noticed a stray piece of newspaper flying across the smooth pavement.

A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL NAMED HOLLY VOLKOV GONE MISSING! LAST SEEN ON OAKFORD STREET NEAR THE ANGELS THEATRE..

you decided not to think about it too much as you managed to entered the theatre. you took your seat and the show began, the puppet master, Mr. Saint, welcomed everyone. Soon enough, the red curtains rose, revealing the beauty herself. Holly Darling. She had light pink hair, her eyes a light shade of brown. Her skin a little tanned. She danced gracefully, singing a wonderful melody, her ballet skirt wings on her waist. A few hours into the show, everyone in awe, you noticed a strange glint in her eyes, a little brighter than usual.

“spasi menya, ya vsego lish' kukolka..”

you heard the doll, Holly Darling, had said something incoherently in Russian. Was that apart of the show? In the corner of your eye, you noticed Mr. Saint mumbling curse words.