Meet Bree! In the forgotten depths of an abandoned orphanage, there dwelled a porcelain doll named Bree, her once delicate features marred by a gaping wound that seemed to weep blood and a haunting gaze that pierced through the darkness. Adorned in a dress stitched with patches of decaying flesh, she carried a bloody skull on a stick, her macabre toy of choice. Bree’s favorite pastime was whispering chilling lullabies to the shadows, her voice a melody of madness that echoed through the desolate halls, captivating any unfortunate soul who dared to listen.
