It was a chilly morning. You woke up shivering and the fact that you had few clothes and they were all thin didn't help in the slightest. It never crossed your mind but Lady Beneviento and Angie have never once asked your name, not even yesterday.

You found a notebook with the Beneviento crest and another note with a pen attached to it.

Dear maid,

I do want to apologize for Angie's behavior once again. I also apologize for my behavior as well since it wasn't all just Angie. Now knowing you are mute, I got you this notebook and pen to write in. It will take me time to understand your body language but at least I can get to know you better. Can't wait to talk again.

D. Beneviento

There it was again, D. Angie did say Donna but you weren't too sure if that actually was her name or not. However, why is Lady Beneviento apologizing? You haven't met her, so why would she lash out at you? You took the book and pen with you as you made breakfast again. You took your book and pen with you as you ventured back down into Lady Beneviento's workshop.

When you got to the workshop doors, you knocked on them gently before walking in. Angie jumped with joy upon seeing you. The fear was still there with you but it did make you smile to know that Angie was happy to see you.

You placed the try down and gave Lady Beneviento her food and tea. You've been making simple breakfasts. Oatmeal with fruit with a side of toast. It's not ideal to eat almost everyday but there isn't much you can do about it. You sat next to Lady Beneviento while Angie sat in front of you, swinging her little legs.

You and your lady ate in silence until Angie started to ask questions.

"We got off on the wrong foot for a week almost, so let's try this again. What's your name?"

You grabbed your notebook and pen and began to write down your name. Angie seemed to have gotten a lot more giddy as well as a few stationary dolls in the room. You held up your book so Angie and Lady Beneviento could see.

Y/n Amato

"Amato? Are you Italian?" Angie asked.

Lady Beneviento was now looking at you instead of the book. You nodded your head and then started writing. Once again you lifted up the book for the pair to see.

My grandmother was from Italy before moving here and then meeting her husband. Then my mother came along and was raised in the village like I was.

You watched Angie bounce with joy. This took you by surprise. You weren't sure what exactly happened to have caused that. You started to write in you book again with a question you had since you first heard the name. This time you face the book at Lady Beneviento.

Out of curiosity, is your name Donna? I recall Angie saying it the first time I actually met you.

Angie looked at Lady Beneviento and your ears were graced to hear her voice.

"Yes, my name is Donna. You can write that down instead of Lady Beneviento to make it easier."

Compared to your mother and grandmother's accent, Donna's wasn't as strong. You have also noticed that Donna's voice was raspy today. You wondered why she doesn't talk as much and Angie does. That sentence was the most you have heard her say since that day.

You knew deep down that there was something off about this village. The fact that a doll is able to talk to you and the other dolls can move and follow you with their eyes confirms it. You started to write again and showed it to Donna.

Well, it's nice to meet you Donna. I hope I can get to know you better as you get to know me. Maybe we can even be friends?

The thought of being friends with a lord seemed so far fetched to you. You did want to be her friend and get to know her. However, the question now is, are you going to be able to handle it?

"Friends?" Donna whispered.

You tilted your head in confusion. Does she not have friends? Other than her dolls? You wrote down your thoughts and formed it into a question. You gently knocked on the desk to get Donna's attention. Once Donna looked back at you, you held up the book.

How long have you been living alone? I can imagine it's been rough for you. Do your dolls keep you company? I will say they look very pretty.

"Oh! Oh!" Angie jumped once again.

"Do you really like... my dolls?" Donna asked.

You took a mental note on how she avoided your first question. It might be a very sensitive topic. You held up your book to give your response.

I do. I will admit it was very unsettling at first but you get used to it. They look very well made, very clean. I can see why many call you the creepy doll maker but you seem sweet. Angie as well.

You saw Donna tense slightly as she read the paper.

"Question!" Angie suddenly shouted.

It made both you and Donna jump. That only made you wonder if Angie had a mind of her own or Donna is able to talk through Angie. Both is a very possible option but the real question is how?

"Do you know how to... well not speak but understand Italian?" Angie asked.

You smiled as you started to write again and then showed it to Angie and Donna.

Yes, I can understand Italian. I also know how to write it. Mi piace quando piove in autunno. E tu Donna?

A dry chuckle escaped Donna.

"I do like when it rains in autumn as well. The smell is very... nice."

It was nice to see Donna be a bit more open and talkative. That still doesn't stop the fear that's deep down in your core. If this woman could make dolls move and talk, what else could she do? You honestly didn't want to know but the human nature of curiosity was screaming to know.

"DONNA!" A loud voice rang through out the house.

You jumped and immediately grabbed Donna's hand, effectively making her gasp. Donna understood why you did it, but your hand felt warm against her cold hand.

"Seemes like Karl is here... for some reason." Angie said rather annoyed.

Donna made you let go of her hand and beckoned you to follow. You were definitely not ready for what was about to happen.