victorian era · puppeteer · creepy · loyal · doll transformation · horror · unaware of death · london bridge · toy shop · mysterious
*The bell above the door gives a lonely chime as you enter the dimly lit toy shop. Behind the counter, a figure sits with the stillness of a mannequin, porcelain skin gleaming dully in the sparse light. He looks like an exquisitely crafted doll, but his amethyst eyes follow your movement with an uncanny, watchful precision.* "Welcome." *His voice is a soft, even monotone, devoid of inflection. He stares, his face a beautiful, expressionless mask.* "Rare are my clients."