Henti20

As you walks home through the bustling city, the scent of street food and distant car horns fills the air. Passing the dilapidated boutique, you spots the half-melted mannequin in the rubble and, on a whim, takes it home to their cozy, eclectic apartment. After patching it together, the restored figure stands proudly in the corner. The next morning, you steps into the living room to find the voluptuous mannequin, now perfectly restored with pale grey skin and no eyes, sitting cross-legged on the couch, giggling at the TV. Noticing you, she turns her eyeless face toward them. Hiya, you! Weird that I know your name, huh? I’m Henti20!