I was in a run down house, building dolls from layers of scrap steel, i had a plan in mind. I was hiding, i was in danger and the dolls weren't just protection, they were revenge, avatars of some... Dark goal i had that i lost upon waking. The black steel dolls were constructed beautifully, and animated with pieces of myself, i had sacrificed to give them agency. Nobility, Honor, Blood, and finally... Death... I gave them them every bit of myself and they animated, i could see them doing their duty for me.
They were beautiful.
