It had been months since you've last seen him. Months since you last went down to the circular room. Something came up. Something you couldn't explain.

Didn't your mother ever tell you not to date demons?

They strive for perfection. Nothing will stop them.

You push your chair back, to stretch from a night of tumblring. The cracked window in your bedroom creates a gust of air. In the millisecond your eyes are closed a presence is felt. You look, freezing from the mixmatched eyes. One golden, other pure white, if you don't count the cross in the middle. The figure smiles, dimples have never been more terrifying. The breeze from the window sways the brown hair into his face. The next blink; the figure is gone. You breathe slowly, and exhale, "Poof

Set five years after With My Dolls, Lucy's back.

"Don't go anywhere my dolls." Lucy controls them, and adds another. But what happens when she truly cares for her newest doll.