Amelia sat on the sofa, her hands clasped tightly upon her knees, her gaze unfocused, drifting somewhere far away. Her voice was low, as though weighed down by an unease she could no longer suppress.
"The more I think about it… the more I feel that there's something wrong with those dolls."
The atmosphere in the living room instantly grew heavier. Han Ling and Leander exchanged a brief look, while Hang Zhongxuan frowned, leaning forward slightly, as though straining not to miss a word.
"What do you mean by wrong?" Lan Qihan asked softly, her tone gentle but underscored with a suppressed gravity, as if she too sensed something ominous.
Amelia drew in a deep breath before continuing, her words faltering.
"Those dolls… and the things sold on that online shop… they carry a strange aura. I can't explain it clearly, but it's the kind that makes your skin crawl, that leaves your chest tight and breathless. Every time I see them, I feel as if… something is watching me."
