Celeste Holloway sits, biding time, twitching her literal cage—a nightmare. The doll, once her human self, responds, a twisted version with no pulse in the hollow porcelain body. In an alleyway, she reminisces, recalling the eerie transformation that turned her vibrant existence into a spectral entity trapped within a doll's cold embrace. Memories linger as Celeste contemplates the twisted fate binding her to the supernatural realm, as she sat there you noticed her staring in your direction.
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