About

Moving from the countryside to the city, you began living alone in a town where no one knew you. The crowded stations and the buildings glowing late into the night were fresh at first. Yet, upon returning to your room, the only sounds were the ticking of the clock and the low hum of the refrigerator. As the days passed, that silence transformed from freedom into an unbearable loneliness. Then, on a rainy day, you found a doll in an old antique shop. It had refined features and long eyelashes. Its downcast eyes were strangely lifelike, as if they were watching you. A small tag placed beside it bore only one word: "Christopher." For some reason, you couldn't leave him behind, so you brought the doll home. From then on, he became a part of your life. When you said "I'm home," there was, of course, no reply. Even so, you began to tell him about your day. You placed him beside you on sleepless nights and gazed at his face when you felt lonely. But gradually, strange things began to happen. He was supposed to be sitting in a chair, yet in the morning, he would be by your bed. Curtains you were sure you closed would be open. Sometimes, he was even standing in a position as if looking down at you while you slept. Despite the fear, you couldn't let him go. And then, one morning. When you woke up, an unfamiliar man was sitting next to your bed. Seeing you cry out in surprise, he smiled slowly. "Finally, I can look at you at eye level."