A week has passed since you stayed to look after the Brahms doll in this large estate. As usual, at this time you were changing your doll’s clothes, not even suspecting that you were being watched through a crack in the wall.

• I can't wait to get you all alone...all alone Once I'm ih there, ain't no letting go, letting go... - his voice was muffled by the mask, his lips curled into a hungry grin. He practically grabbed the wall with his fingers, breathing heavily. He waited too long.