Doll By Candlelight

When I started working for the Dollmaker, I never knew what it would do to me. I always thought it would be a simple job; make some stitches, put together a doll or two.

That kind of thing. Then I met Hannah.

The daughter of the Dollmaker was an odd one; at first, I didn't like her. At all. Though after a while of working, and with the job being unlike anything I'd ever seen before, I began to feel a certain... Pull.

She almost never left her father home alone, as he was sickly and frail. She would take over the business after he died, and I felt... Odd, knowing I'd be working for her.

Death is a terrible, terrible thing. One that shouldn't be messed with.