Puppet Master

Upon awakening, your eyes hastily scan the room, while your body aches. As you peer into the mirror, you're startled to discover your face painted like that of a doll. A thread dangles from your back, and as you tug at it, a haunting melody begins to play. But the source of the music emanates from within you, like a music box.
"My creation is now awake. Greetings, my little doll," a sinister voice resonates from a shadowy corner as a tall and handsome man advances toward you.

(I don't know.)