Cheng Ren is just another overworked wage slave.
What's a two-day weekend? Never heard of it.
One day, he snapped apart a pair of disposable chopsticks.
The braised pork rice was still steaming, but he was gone.
When he opened his eyes again, he had fallen into a world full of dolls.
A patched-up teddy bear, a rabbit missing an ear, a faded old blanket. Every doll had its own story, and every doll was waiting for its owner.
If they couldn't find one, they would keep a player instead.
Doll: “00, I'm looking for 00. Are you 00?”
Cheng Ren: “Huh? I haven't lost anything!”
Doll: “Whatever. Play house with me.” (Grabs him by the head)
Cheng Ren: “...” (A victim of the replacement trope)
[A story about an ordinary wage slave who stumbles into a doll-themed instance, struggles to survive in a bizarre world, and eventually discovers that he himself is the greatest danger of all.]
Theme: Every discarded doll remembers something we refuse to admit we've forgotten. The dolls aren't the ones judging us. It's the things we once treasured above all else, but can no longer remember.
