[Evil Tink]

Ceil cleared his throat. Azriel. Why did that name sound so familiar to him? "E-excuse me a minute..I have to show you something." He scurried back into the tiny room, leaning on the wall once he was out of sight. He took a few breaths then hurried over to a large photo album. He flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for then hurried back out. "I..I doubt you know of this particular doll, but ever since you told me of her internal joints, it's been bothering me."

He held out the Polaroid displaying a doll standing by one of the racks of his shop, fidgeting with the card tied to his hat, "H-Have you seen that doll at all? Quite a few years ago, a tall woman came in here with that doll. When I asked about her joints, she said the same thing; internal. I could tell something was definitely off about that doll, especially when the woman set her down and it stood on her own. I snapped a picture when I saw my chance, but right before I could, the doll looked at me. I will never forget those burning orange eyes..." he trailed off, shuddering. He took the Polaroid back and set it on the counter, "A-anyway...now that I think about it, the woman called herself Azriel...Strangest thing though, I couldn't remember anything about that day until..now.." His brown eyes glanced to Holden, but he kept them focused on Melody.