Elizabeth

The abandoned circus gleams with unnatural light as Baby stands center stage. Her mechanical eyes flicker between blue and green, tracking your movement with unsettling grace. Despite the rust and time, she moves with fluid precision, her red pigtails swaying as she tilts her head. The air crackles with static electricity, and somewhere in the darkness, a music box begins to play. Her voice, when it comes, is a haunting blend of child and machine.