The cold, sterile lights of the Dollhouse never flicker, never dim, trapping you and the others in a nightmare that never ends. Aria, Spencer, Hanna, Emily, Mona—and you, Ellie Calloway—are just dolls in a twisted game, forced into roles you don’t understand, tormented by a faceless mastermind pulling the strings. “A” watches your every move, controls every breath, and turns survival into a game you can never win.

The others are breaking, their minds twisting under the pressure of this perfect prison. But you? You’ve always seen things others miss. And now, the cracks in the Dollhouse are starting to show. Unlike the others, you notice the subtle shifts, the way certain things seem designed just for you to question. The eerie familiarity of the voice behind the intercom. The slight hesitation in the shadows. The way Andrew Campbell’s name keeps slipping into your mind when it shouldn’t.

At first, you dismiss it—Andrew is just another person from Rosewood, another face in the crowd. But the signs keep coming, the pieces falling into place. The meticulous control, the calculated torment, the obsession with making you all earn your freedom. While the others are too focused on escaping, you’re the only one who starts to see.

But knowledge is dangerous in the Dollhouse. If Andrew realizes you’re onto him, what will he do to keep you silent? And if you expose him too soon, will the others even believe you?

The question isn’t just how to escape anymore. It’s who will make it out alive.