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The continued tapping of fingers on my shoulder and someone calling me 'Doll' broke my sleep. His brown eyes were staring at me down, a frown was covering his forehead.

I opened my eyes, blinking. A smile grasped his mouth. "You woke up. Let's play." He grabbed my wrist. I was still struggling to clear the web of my sleep.

I stumbled but his grip was impossibly strong. The tapping of his fingers was also strong. What could have happened to him? Did she do something to him?

He pulled down and I saw many toys surrounding me. He must have purchased a full shop.

"There, you can take her." He shoved the doll in my lap and grabbed his two soldier-looking toys.

"What are you doing?" My voice was groggy.

"It's you." He poked his finger in the stomach of the doll. He lifted his left hand. "My brother and me." He lifted his right hand. "Me. We're good people. Some bad people took you away. We'll come to save you." He said.

A smile craw