Kane was prepared: cameras turned on, crossbows loaded, and knives put in every pocket in his hunting jacket. He hid his backpack somewhere in the forest near the dusty country road to Ragdoll’s house, marked the place on his map, and left some stones for more accurate leading.

Kane was sure about his strategy to put down Ragdoll and his reign of terror for good.

He walked in the grass field; no human doll was in his sight to guard the house. Kane peeked through the windows, seeing nothing but dusty furniture and a few rotting bodies hanging from the roof of the first floor, decorated by flies and maggots feasting on their flesh.

Kane saw them too on Hope. Kane remembered one who was truly famous, still young, and full of life.

‘I’ll make him pay’ Kane promised the dead man in his mind.

There was only one way out to Ragdoll out of his nest. Kane poured some medical alcohol on the rotted wooded porch and lit it up with a simple lighter.

‘A house like this will burn like firewood’ Kane thought, and he was right.

The house was burning fast and getting swallowed by the flames. ‘Flames of the souls of whom he hunted once will now be the burning cause of your destruction,’ Kane thought. Then, I noticed a burnt baby doll on the grass field; someone was already there.

‘Did I get here too late?’ Kane questioned himself.

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He looked around again and carefully checked on the burning house constantly to prevent any surprise attack from Ragdoll.

Kane got closer to the burnt baby doll; he saw two sets of footprints a few feet further, a deep car trail left behind. ‘The sheriff was here’ Kane assumed and wondered why there was no car trail on the road: ‘Probably rain washed it off the road’.

The house was still burning, and a doll gesture caught Kane’s eyes from a distance, coming closer. It was him; Ragdoll was coming to kill Kane from the forest.

He aimed at Ragdoll’s head with his crossbow. “Come closer, you bastard,” he whispered to himself.

There was no way for Kane to miss this shot, but two other dolls were coming out of the forest with the same looks as Ragdoll.

“What the hell is happening?” Kane asked himself and aimed around in confusion.

He was surrounded by the Ragdolls. Wherever he aimed, a Ragdoll-like lookalike was coming toward him.

Kane felt powerless and feared, but he had to find a way out for his family’s sake.

He shot an arrow at the Ragdoll close to the road, right between his empty eye sockets, then made a run for it.

Ragdolls were still following Kane with the same slow paste.

Kane ran quickly, terrified and puzzled, but the empty road made him hold on to the little hope he had left.

A man was on the road with an old Victorian formal suit and a black cane, long white hair, and a shaved face. He was probably the same age as Kane but seemed very hale and hearty.

“Whoever you are, you have to run now,” Kane said as he was running.

“Oh dear, I think it’s your only job now.” The man said he did not care if Kane had heard him or not. Then he flipped his fingers, and two Ragdoll lookalikes jumped Kane out of the forest. Other Ragdolls ran to Kane with haste. Kane threw away a few of them with all he had.

Shoving knives into their wooden skulls, punching them, and shooting one with his handy crossbow in the end, there were too many of them, and they pinched him down. A clean cut on his neck with a sharp scissor finished Kane. Till his last moments, Kane was confused and didn’t know if he was in a nightmare or Heaven’s Peak.