Priscilla's bodyguard—the same one who handles teleportation until she can do it herself—took us to the training grounds.
Or so I thought…
It's an enormous dollhouse.
Vast.
Endless.
Absolutely gigantic.
The walls are painted a bright pink.
In the center stretches a wide empty space, and all around, countless dolls and stuffed animals sit neatly on little chairs, gathered in groups of three or four around round tables, all facing the center like a miniature audience.
I can't deny the unsettling chill that crawls over me the moment I step into that place—it feels like I've stepped straight into a horror movie about possessed dolls.
But among all those toys, one stands out above the rest, sitting on a raised platform like a throne.
A simple brown teddy bear, with a small metal crown on its head and a long white-and-gold padded cloak draped over its shoulders.
Something tells me this must be her favorite toy.
Seriously, Priscilla is bizarre…
