Music box.

Crank.

Crank.

Release and let play.

Long notes waver off before they can reach comfort.

Dark, strenuous mood basks the low red room.

Lit only by small soft lamp, the music box plays a doll piece.

Two red eyes in the mirror.

They don't belong to me.

Watching you.

Nerves waver off

Just like the bell of the music box.

Curse looms in those red eyes behind the mirror.

Approaches.