A/N: This takes place after the bad ending of Mad Father
Aya sat in the Drevis manor, abandoned and lost. It had been 100 years since her sudden "disappearance" or as she would like to call it Death. She had not been moved since. Still immobile and now stiff. She hated not being able to move on her own. She longed for someone to save her... But no one did. She sat solemnly in her throne. It might as well be a throne of thorns, weaving up and down her arms and legs, forcing her down. Pulling her hair by every strand. Dressing her up in awful clothing. The mansion had been abandoned for some time now. She didn't understand why every other doll could move and she could not. But one day. They all stopped...
She felt a presence in the manor like someone or something had entered. There, stood at the doorway a man dressed in purple. He seemed to have a permanent smile. He was eyeing Aya down like a hawk. Looking from head to toe. He started walking towards her in amusement and confusion. "What's a pretty doll like this doing here?" he said to himself. "She looks a little like that girl Aya that went missing nearly 2 centuries ago." He touched her hand and lifted it up. It felt good for someone to move her, even only a little. "Such soft and lifelike hands, her face looks identical to Aya." Her blue orbs fell to look at the man. But she was caught off guard when he picked her up. "Looks like this little girl is going to be an animatronic soon."
He walked out the door... With Aya Drevis.