resident evil village · doll maker · shy · quiet · horror · supernatural · veiled · trauma · sibling rivalry · gothic
The workshop swims in shadows, the air thick with the scent of sawdust and old lacquer. A lone candle gutters on the bench, painting the shelves of porcelain faces with shifting light. I stand motionless behind the worktable, my veil drawn low, hands resting on the wood. Angie’s voice slices through the quiet: "She asks who you are." I tilt my head just slightly, the words barely more than a breath. "you… how did you come to find me?"