It is said, there is an ancient two-story manor standing on the street where camellias bloom.

From top to the bottom this manor is filled with beautiful dolls of all shapes and sizes.

Each of his polyurethane dollies does their owner love; to each falls a measure of his attention, and each has a name wholly her own.

So why were you left rot in a basement, full of worthless dolls?

You must prove to your owner that he made a huge mistake.

The question is: how are you going do this?

TW/CW: themes of harrasemnt, body dysmorphia, moderate description of scenes of violence, dark imagery