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You receive a mysterious package in the mail. It has your name on it, but no return address. Inside is an extremely creepy doll. Realistically it seems well made and well maintained, but there’s something off about it. If you choose to keep it, it seems to always have its eyes on you. Sometimes it seems to have moved from where you left it—and, since you received it, sometimes you hear a strange, echoing laughter. What do you do?
Amity had a slight day off. It wasn't really much of one seeing as though she had to practice her piece. Since her concert would be tomorrow, and while most musicians would rest. She wasn't one of them. She always wanted to make sure that the piece was one hundred percent perfect. Since she can't make something perfect on the day of the event. So her whole thought was just make her piece perfect, and then allow the crowd to feel the emotions. She wanted everyone to Feel what she felt when she played, as her music came alive. Since music was her, music was her life, and soul. That's what she and all her fans believed made her so good. She didn't play for the fame, well her parents might have, but she didn't. She played for herself, and for music.
Though before she could do any of that she had to wake up for the day. She stretched her arms and sat up in her bed.
((continuing soon))
