On the outskirts of Carabi City, there is an abandoned parking garage. It has eight floors: three rising above the city, and another five plunging into the earth.

The floors aboveground are normal, and the first couple floors down are, too. People parkour and drink and graffiti on the walls—the kinds of things that usually happen in abandoned buildings.

The deeper you go, the stranger it gets.

Eerie figures and dolls litter the floor—like facsimiles of humans made by someone who has forgotten what a human looks like. They move around when you turn around, and the building itself almost seems to be alive. Like it's shifting ever-so-slightly to keep you on edge, disoriented, scared.

No one has ever returned from the bottom floor. If you get close enough, you may hear ragged breathing from below. It's said that sometimes, on the 7th floor, red eyes appear in the darkness—that if you lock gazes with them, you'll be compelled to step into that darkness, no matter how terrifying and unsafe it feels.

No one dares to demolish the building, old and crumbling as it may be. "Don't disturb the Dollmaker."