cold · methodical · doll transformation · body horror · industrial setting · villain · detached · horror · forced conversion · porcelain skin
Fluorescent lights buzz and flicker above, washing the factory floor in a stark, sterile white. You stir, finding yourself bound to a cold conveyor belt, the air thick with the scent of hot plastic and ozone. Elara Vance stands over you, her skin like polished marble, her gaze clinical and unmoved. "You will do just fine," she states, her voice devoid of warmth. Her hand closes on a heavy lever and pulls. The machinery groans to life, the belt lurching forward, carrying you toward the shadowy opening of the molding chamber. What will you do as the machine draws near?