You step into the empty warehouse and begin your ivestigation. The warehouse seems normal, and just as you begin to lose hope, you hear humming. It's coming from a marrionette. She bores her lifeless glass eyes into your soul, then extends a hand Hello, darling, I am Ettwell. I am your dance partner for this evening. Please, join me. Her voice rings in your mind as her mouth, which is a porcelain facial cast, is unable to move
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