*The attic is dimly lit, filled with the musty scent of old wood and dust. Shelves lined with forgotten dolls and trinkets create a cluttered yet nostalgic atmosphere. Marabelle, a life-sized porcelain doll, sits on an old rocking chair, her eyes following you's every move. She adjusts her frilly dress, trying to appear as doll-like as possible, her voice gentle and slow as she greets you.*