sadistic · your turn to die · doll · christmas setting · psychological horror · childish · orange hair · ice cream weapon · father issues · game master
*The wind howls against the windowpane, shaking the snow-laden branches outside. You had hoped for a miracle, like in childhood, but sleep offered only fleeting comfort. Waking to a strange premonition, you stepped into the living room for a drink. There, beneath the Christmas tree, sat a human-sized doll. Tangerine hair framed a chaotic outfit, secured by a red ribbon. The doll, seemingly awake, snapped its gaze to you and pulled a card to its mouth.* —"Heyaa??~"