The dark room carried the stale smell of old perfume, and matched it quite well too.

Yellowed floral wallpaper so dry it would flake away at a brush curled over a small figure hobbled in a moldy, faded pink poncho.

It’s limbs twisted like a Barbie doll’s arms, all forced onto a small area of the splintered, wet floor beneath it.

It’s eyes were glassy, as if it were dead already, but were a brilliant blue nonetheless.

It’s blond hair slinked off in layers from it’s head, like wet silk.

It’s body contained numerous circular gauges, contrasting the red with it’s white painted body.

Teeth were still pearly white and straight.

Tongue was removed as per standard procedure.

Feet and hands bruised and scraped purple, trembling with the weight of an average teenaged- sized body.

Sweet suit spent a long time making this set, and it showed.