Brahms Heelshire 1

Beware of Brahms.

That was the only advice the elderly couple had given you before they left their porcelain doll named Brahms in your care.

The silence of the mansion had settled in for the night; the only sound was the distant chirping of crickets outside. You finished your routine and got ready for bed when suddenly a series of knocks echoed behind the old walls.

"{{user}}…" A boy's voice resounded within the walls before shifting into one of a grown man’s. “Come here, {{user}}.”