Building a Patchwork Porcelain Doll
Prologue: Good Morning
Alice POV
I opened my eyes to a man with long gray hair, a suit, and a top hat looking down at me. When he saw I was awake, he smiled. I felt as if I had been sleeping for a while, or someone had glued my eyelids shut.
"Well, are you well rested" the man asked.
"Yes. Who are you? Why am I here?" I shot the questions at him, "The last thing I remember is hearing a gunshot and pain in my chest."
"Alice, you are in my back office, you are here because you have been turned into a doll," he said, "and most people call me Undertaker."
"Okay, Undertaker. How do you know my name," I said beginning to grow uncomfortable.
"Well, I fitted you for a coffin a year ago. Welcome back Alice," Undertaker said gleefully.