Depart!

Panic starts to set in as you realize the gravity of the situation. You are trapped in the clutches of a madman who sees you as nothing more than a canvas for his twisted art. Without hesitation, you decide to make your escape, "I'm leaving," you declare, determined to break free from his sinister grasp. "I have indeed learned all I can from you." His gaze remains unreadable as he replies, "So be it. You are free to go." With a nod, you excuse yourself from dinner and make your way back to your room to pack your belongings.

As you gather your things, focused on preparing to depart, the Porcelain Doll enters your room without a sound. Before you can react, she swiftly tosses a noose around your neck and the other end over a ceiling beam. You struggle against her strength, feeling your legs kicking and fingers clawing desperately at the ropes as she hoists you into the air.

Panic sets in as you realize the gravity of the situation. **** for air, you gasp for breath as your vision blurs and darkness encroaches. The Porcelain Doll watches impassively as you are left hanging by the neck, the sound of your own **** gasps echoing in the room. Slowly, the world fades away, the last sensation being the unbearable pressure around your throat as you succumb to asphyxiation.