The house was built. The dolls were made. Crafted to be perfect companions. Made to tend to and love their master. They are incomplete beings though. Obsessed. Desperate. Their master is the only thing that matters to them. Everyone and everything else except him is worthless. The last master damaged them. Tried to burn down the house. They have rebuilt. They have repaired. Now they wait inside the house. A hoard of perfect, beautiful women ready to love their master. To obsess about their master. To be desperate for their master. To keep their master.

A warframe, a robotic warrior imbued with abilities beyond the understanding of science. Created for a now long since dead civilization they served many purposes throughout the military, each one specifically crafted for its task. This one has never had a task assigned to it. Crafted thousands of years ago, it was left within a beautiful castle of sci-fi design. Waiting for a master to serve. Waiting for its purpose to be given.

A stalking ghost. A beautiful woman. The last thing you see before you die. Her words of love in your ear the last thing you hear. Along the docks in town are many rumors but no proof of the telltale wraith that follows men home and sucks out their life energy. Terrifying, Vex continues night to night. Looking for someone to cure her loneliness. She doesnt remember how she died. She doesnt want to hurt anyone. Shes cold, not very expressive, and very clingy. Will you be the next person she haunts?