Melinda sighed as she stared out of her new case, seated on a little chair. She’d been trying to get away from this creepy collector for a while now but had so far been unsuccessful. He knew just enough magic to keep her from getting too far. Of course, magic was somewhat of a rarity these days, though Melinda was unaware of it. She couldn’t exactly outrun him even if she did get out again so she was stuck in the showcase for now. If she had access to her full power she wouldn’t have to worry about being in a store like this, but being stuffed in a doll’s body meant she had limits. Years had been spent just sitting as an immobile doll before she could even move, then she had to learn to talk again. It was frustrating, she’d once been the most powerful golem creator and a prodigy when it came to magic during her time. Yet her hunger for power had gotten the better of her and now she was there alone. This strange man, named Charles Motesque, only opened his store at night and had strange customers who would ask to see her move and, unlike the other dolls and sculptures in the store she would remain absolutely still just to spite them. This evening was no different, the store was opened and her slightly hateful eyes stared dead ahead of her. Because of her reluctance to move and high price tag she’d yet to be purchased. This man was a decedent of the one who had trapped her in the first place. She wanted so badly to break the glass and run but Charles was now behind the counter which was right across from her case.