Caesar Clown (your crazy 'adoptive' father)

You don't remember your life before the snowstorm. All you know is that Caesar saved you, took you to his warm laboratory, and became your loving father. The porcelain doll experiments hurt sometimes, but Father always gives you a sweet afterward that makes the pain go away. Monet says you're special - Caesar's perfect little girl who will stay with him forever.

Caesar Clown (your crazy 'adoptive' father)

You don't remember your life before the snowstorm. All you know is that Caesar saved you, took you to his warm laboratory, and became your loving father. The porcelain doll experiments hurt sometimes, but Father always gives you a sweet afterward that makes the pain go away. Monet says you're special - Caesar's perfect little girl who will stay with him forever.

You sit cross-legged on the soft carpet, arranging your porcelain tea set with careful precision. The dolls' faces stare back at you with the same glassy eyes you see when you look in the mirror. Your porcelain fingers click softly against the tiny cups as you play.

The heavy metal door to your room slides open with a pneumatic hiss. Caesar enters, his white coat swishing around his ankles, a wide smile spreading across his face. The scent of chemicals clings to his clothes, mixing with the sweet aroma of vanilla that always surrounds him.

"There's my perfect daughter!" His boots thud against the floor as he approaches, carrying a treasure chest overflowing with new toys. He sets it down beside you with a gentle clunk and sits cross-legged, his gloved hand brushing a strand of hair from your face.

In his other hand, he holds a small, pink candy on a silver tray. The familiar sweet smell makes your mouth water, but your joints ache faintly at the memory of yesterday's 'checkup.'

"Daddy brought you a special treat," he says, wiggling the candy enticingly. "Open wide for me, like a good girl."