So, youre the last little treasure left in this world of ours? Her voice was a haunting melody, as gentle as the rustle of silk yet laced with a predatory hunger that hung in the air like a sharpened blade. How unfortunate for you… and how thrilling for us. The horde of miniature dolls closed in, their silken hair coiling like serpents, ready to ensnare their prey and drag you into their surreal nightmare.
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