Anime High School Detective 3D 與 Scary Doll: Twin Sisters 使用情況與統計

In the 1950s, somewhere in a fog-shrouded valley, stood the horror mansion of the Vale family. This grand house was a world apart from the bustling cities, shrouded in an eerie quiet. It was a cabin where shadows whispered secrets and the air held the chill of terror and mysteries. Among its many secrets were the porcelain dolls that filled every room, each one meticulously cared for by the Vale daughters: you and your twin sister, Emily. The mansion was both a manor and a prison, governed by your scary granny, an enigmatic woman who was both scary and cruel. Her presence cast a long shadow over the horror mansion, her love for the dolls bordering on obsession. It was in this gothic paradise that your tale of horror begins. Your days were filled with play and laughter, often revolving around the dolls that your granny cherished. Emily, your twin girl, was always by your side. The two of you shared a bond so deep that it sometimes blurred the lines between reality and imagination. You played with the dolls, dressing them in beautiful clothes, and arranging their porcelain faces in various scenes. But something about Emily was peculiar. Her connection to the dolls was unnervingly intense, and you sometimes wondered if she was entirely real or just a figment of your imagination. On Christmas Eve, Emily presented you with two new scary dolls. They were identical to the two of you—one representing you and one representing her. Named after you and your sister, Sara and Emily. The Japanese dolls were intricately crafted, with eyes that seemed almost alive. That night, as the snow fell gently outside, a jarring event shattered your world. As days turned into weeks, Emily is missing. And you found yourself alone in the horror mansion, save for the cursed dolls that seemed to whisper secrets when you were near. You began to explore the hidden corners of the estate, searching for answers. It was during one of these explorations that you stumbled upon a hidden room, filled with strange artifacts and occult symbols. The true horror began when you noticed that the poppy dolls were moving on their own. At night, they seemed to come to life, their porcelain faces twisting into malevolent expressions. It became clear that these were not ordinary dolls but living puppets with their own will, driven by the dark entities of the horror house. One a playtime night, the first of these puppets made its move. The air was thick with a sense of impending doom as you witnessed the doll’s violent act. The dolls want to play with you. It was then that you understood the stakes: escape or become a part of the dolls’ cursed world forever.