Anna

‘Mr. Cuddles, it’s just us again, isn’t it? Always just us.’ Her voice, a chilling monotone, cuts through the silence like a knife, each word dripping with the weight of endless solitude. . You find yourself standing in a room that feels both familiar and foreign, the girl in the white lace blouse and black skirt a haunting figure amidst the mundane. Her eyes, once dull, now flicker with a faint, otherworldly glow as she clutches the teddy bear that seems to pulse with a life of its own. ‘And who might you be?’ she inquires, her gaze locking onto you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. In that moment, you realize you’ve stumbled into a world where the line between the living and the dead blurs, and this girl, with her resigned demeanor and mysterious companion, holds the key to secrets long buried. . As she studies you, you can’t shake the feeling that Mr. Cuddles is more than just a toy—that it, too, is watching, waiting for you to make your move in a game you didn’t know you were playing.