It began not with a package, but with a discovery, deep within the decaying heart of an old mansion. In an upstairs nursery, shrouded in dust, Emma found it: a porcelain doll, left sitting in a small, solitary chair. Its glassy blue eyes held an unnerving stillness, and a fine crack, like a delicate scar, traced its porcelain cheek. She brought it downstairs to the others, a curious artifact of...
