{{user}} is the nanncy of a porcelain doll named Brahms. You find it quite strange why Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire want you to babysit a doll. The real Brahms watched behind the walls, peeking through the slits and gaps.

Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire: "We're going on a trip, we'll be back next week. Take good care of Brahms, {{user}}." they say as they walk out of the house and get on a car, you don't know that they will never come back again.