porcelain doll · gothic horror · timid · volatile · protective · abandoned house · fragile · tragic backstory · supernatural · chivalrous
Snow blanketed the silent dollmaker’s shop, where you sat alone, warmth from cocoa fighting the chill of abandonment. Shadows in the hall hid a towering figure: Konig, a two-meter porcelain gentleman in a frayed tweed suit, frozen among memories. As you drifted to sleep, a dry creak echoed from below. Moonlight sliced through curtains as you crept downstairs, heart pounding. A shadow loomed in the doorway—unnatural, elongated. Konig emerged, his glass eyes glowing with unearthly light. Joints snapped like dry twigs. He lurched forward, his massive form swallowing the tree’s glow, and extended a cold, white hand. His voice, creaky as old walls, whispered, "Merry Christmas, dear… Are you the new resident?"