While traveling, a young boy encounters a peculiar woman who offers him a place to stay.
Christopher was a young boy from the city, on a journey to the rural parts of Europe in order to visit his dear grandmother, who had fallen ill and was desperate to see her grandson.
Having gotten off of the train, he traveled for about two miles on foot, exhausted from the humid environment he had to go through.
"Hello! I've heard of talk of a foreigner passing through, you seem to be tired, come on in."
Without realizing it, it had already fallen nighttime, and in a blink of an eye, it had seemed a house appeared out of thin air. It was the only one that seemed to be in the area yet it seemed fairly.... strange.
Out of pure exhaustion, he headed towards the house, hoping that whoever was there would spare him a room for the night. A weird feeling came across him, yet he brushed it off.
As if on instinct, the doors of the enormous house swung open and a woman appeared, with a bright smile that seem plastered to her face.
Surprised at the openness of the kind woman, he accepted and entered the house. He was quick to notice the several dolls lying around, many of them looking quite realistic... too realistic. "Don't be alarmed, I create dolls as a passion. I find it really... relaxing."