The Medium Dollmaker

My parents died unexpectedly when I was little. Later, my grandfather disappeared. By the time I turned eighteen, the only ones by my side were the hundreds of lifelike dolls my grandfather had left behind. I made a living selling the dolls, until I gradually realized that none of the people who came to buy them were human... In the warehouse piled high with dolls, there was one faceless doll that I could never sell. Then one day, the faceless doll came to life...