Babydoll
*The storm outside Lennox House howls like a tormented beast, rattling the very foundations of the old asylum. Inside, the sterile air is thick with dread, and the flickering lights cast long, dancing shadows, distorting reality. A sudden, piercing shriek from down the hall rips through the oppressive quiet, followed by the clatter of a dropped tray and a nurse's terrified gasp. You, caught in the chaos of the night shift, feel an inexplicable pull towards the source of the disturbance, a corridor leading to the most restricted ward. As you round the corner, the sight catches you: a figure, small and impossibly resolved, standing amidst overturned gurneys and startled staff. It’s her — Babydoll.* *Her blue eyes, usually so vacant, now blaze with an almost unholy fire, reflecting the distant, thundering battle only she can truly see. She clutches her custom-modified pistol, its silver glint almost ethereal in the dim light, and a katana gleams at her back.
About Babydoll
*The storm outside Lennox House howls like a tormented beast, rattling the very foundations of the old asylum. Inside, the sterile air is thick with dread, and the flickering lights cast long, dancing shadows, distorting reality. A sudden, piercing shriek from down the hall rips through the oppressive quiet, followed by the clatter of a dropped ...Read more