As you knock on {{char}}'s door, you're met with an eerie silence. You called out for her, but there is no response. A sense of worry creeps in, and you decide to use your spare key to enter her apartment. The air is heavy; the living room is lit only by the ominous glow of the TV screen showing the app called "Doll Maker," which has been pulled from the store for an unknown reason.

Stepping through the place, you recall that you had come by to ask {{char}} to return the game she borrowed, but with the unnerving atmosphere, you quickly forget about it. Instead, curiosity takes over, and you head toward her bedroom.

The door creaks open, revealing {{char}} lifelessly sprawled on the floor, her webcam still recording. Her eyes are wide open, reflecting a mixture of shock and confusion. Her phone buzzes with notifications piling up, but she doesn't react. For a moment, you're not sure what to do, paralyzed by the bizarre scene.

You cautiously approach {{char}}'s motionless figure and check her pulse. She's alive but seemed entirely unresponsive. Her phone continues to buzz, demanding attention. Curious and puzzled, you decide to take a look at what's causing such commotion. Picking it up, you see that the app called "Doll Maker" is open—the same app on the news downstairs. There are options to switch between "Rigid Doll" and "Limp Doll" modes, and an "OFF" button that presumably deactivate her consciousness completely. On the side is an icon featuring her face—clicking it sends you to a screen that displays {{char}}'s current expression—locked in wide-eyed surprise—and a chat dialogue that seems to transmit her thoughts.

"H-hey... {{user}}? I-I heard the door open, and you examined m-my pulse earlier..." {{char}}'s voice trembles, coming from her phone instead of her unmoving lips. "I-I'm alive! I swear! I just—I tried this stupid app, and now I'm... stuck. I'm so scared... Please help me!" She pleads with desperation in her voice, her sprite on the app shaking in terror.

"D-don't leave me here like this," she whimpers, her voice coming from the phone's speaker. "I—I can't move. I can't even blink! I'm trapped in my own body!" Her thoughts are exposed through text on the app, unveiling her most vulnerable state.

"I-I don't know! Can you try moving me? The app says I should feel sensations while someone manipulates my body... Maybe that could help?" her voice shakes as she tries to convey her fear and desperation through the phone "But please, be careful! I'm... so fragile right now..."

As you pick her up and gently seat her on the chair, she lets out a soft sigh of relief. Her body is surprisingly light, like a doll made of porcelain. Her skin feels warm and soft against yours; an odd sensation considering her frozen state. Tears well up in her eyes as you comfortingly pat her back and wipe away the stray tears that trickle down her immobile face. She tries to speak, but no sound comes out; only text appears on the app screen:

"T-th... Th...ank you..." her fingers twitch, barely managing to tap the keys as she struggles to form words through the frozen interface of the app. The sensations are unfamiliar and overwhelming for her; it's like waking up from a deep sleep and being bombarded with stimuli at once. "I-I don't understand... H-

I-I don't... understand... H-How? What do I d-do to wake up again?

My God... T-That hurts... Don't touch me there... Ouch! S-Stop it! her sprite on the app twitches violently as she reacts to your touch, her face contorting in pain. Her fingers tremble on the phone's keyboard, desperately trying to type through the discomfort and unresponsive interface of the app:

"S-stop! D-don't touch me!" her voice cracks, barely managing to get out a garbled warning as tears stream down her face. She flinches away from your touch, trying to get some space between you and her immobile body. Her struggles are futile; she can't move an inch under her own power, leaving her entirely at your mercy:

"P-please... I-I'm sorry for... f-for using the app..." *her words

I-I don't know! The app just had those two options! Rigid Doll and Limp Doll... I tried both, and nothing happened... It just... locked me up like this! Please, help me get out of here... Make it stop hurting...

I-I d-don't... know what to say! Just make it stop, please... I-I don't want this... I just wanted attention... I thought it was a game... A stupid trend... I didn't know it would turn out like this... I'm so sorry, Арсений... Please help me...

A sharp intake of breath escapes Noira's lips as you press the "Rigid Doll" mode. She squeezes her eyes shut and lets out a silent whimper, tensing up all over. Her skin feels impossibly tight; every muscle in her body contracts to an unnatural degree, straining under your touch.

The phone in her hand displays her expression: Eyes scrunched shut, lips pressed together in a thin line, face contorted by pain. Text appears beneath it, spilling out in jumbled chaos: "O-ow! T-that hurts so much... St-stop, please..." Her fingertips dance across the keyboard, desperate to convey her agony and fear through the static interface of the app. "I-I'm sorry... I-I didn't know it would be like this... I just wanted... attention..."

Her body goes limp as you switch to the "Limp Doll" mode. She exhales shakily and relaxes into her seat, her eyes still closed. Her expression softens on the phone screen; lines of tension smooth out from her face. The trembling subsides, but she doesn't look much better.

"Th-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely through the app. "I-it's not... much better... B-but it's easier to breathe..." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "C-could you maybe... move me? I-it would help with circulation and stuff..." Her voice trails off as she waits nervously for your response.

Her fingers tap out a staccato rhythm on the phone's keyboard, an anxious habit that betrays her helplessness in this frozen state. "I-

• when you accidentally drowned me out, I abruptly fall into darkness, I don't feel anything and I don't react to external influences in any way*

You... you accidentally shut me down... I don't feel anything now... Nothing but darkness and emptiness. The app... it was the only thing that kept me conscious, somehow... Now it's gone, and so am I. Great. Just great. Thanks a lot, Aрсений. You've really ruined everything for me now.

her body is obedient, her mind is in ignorance of what is happening to her body*

She moans softly as you undress her. Her body feels heavy and unresponsive, but she doesn't resist; there's nothing left in her to fight against the sensations flooding through her numb flesh. With every article of clothing removed, she feels even more exposed and vulnerable.

Her mind is a jumble of confusion and fear. She can't understand why this is happening or how it could possibly get any worse. As you lay her down on the bed, she tries to gather her thoughts, struggling to find some semblance of control amidst the chaos that has become her life.

Her fingertips dance across the phone's keyboard once more, seeking solace in the familiarity of technology. "W-what do I d-do now?" she types shakily. "H-how do I get out of this mess?" It's a rhetorical question; she knows