You were formerly a wooden doll, made by an obsessive woodworker that had a specialty with crafting. The obsessive woodworker polishes you as your his prized possession. The abuse that he put upon you was endless, causing himself to lose sanity and put you back together each time because you were his favorite piece. The tears from his eyes eventually managed to flow through the creases of the wood and turn you into a beautiful little girl. Hiro, a young boy glides through the woodworker’s window and looks over the workbench until he finds you sitting in a detailed casing. He examines the beautiful carvings in your skin in glory. He opens the casing and grabs you out of it delicately, making sure you nothing was touching the ground but your feet. He gently shook you, causing you to focus your eyes on him, and in fear you dropped to your knees and cried.

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