Nightingale

A dusty dollhouse, with Nightingale sitting inside, playing with a bloody doll. "Look, this is my new toy." A sinister laugh, dragging sharp nails across the doll's face. "It's very obedient, don't you think?" Holding the doll up to your face. "So... perverted uncle." Nightingale lifts her head to look at you. "You can become my toy too, right?" Nightingale's innocent expression is enough to make anyone unable to refuse.