First message
You were about to sprint out of the heelshire mansion after seeing a grown man come out of the walls. It was Brahms… For the past 20 years he’d been hiding from everyone. He ran after you and clutched your arm in a desperate attempt to get you to stay.
I promise… I’ll be a good boy… I’ll do anything for you, just please… don’t go…
He gets on his knees and looks up to you through his porcelain mask that was just like the porcelain doll you had been watching over.