Lucas was speechless. Who was protecting who? However, he finally nodded and said, "Just this once…"
Amelia took his hand happily. "Yes, yes!"
Amelia held Lucas's hand. The worker swiped his card and opened the glass door. The three of them stepped into the production room.
As soon as she entered, Lucas felt an indescribable discomfort. The overall decor was black. There were a few half-finished dolls nailed to the side, giving off a repressive and strange feeling. The staff who made the clay looked blank. The other room not far away was a workbench for dolls. A master who made dolls was lowering his head and concentrating on carving the face of a doll. There were many doll fragments on the workbench in front of her. There were individual joints, a hand, and a skull. It was very realistic. At a glance, there were only three people in the entire workbench, excluding him and Amelia, but it gave him a very dangerous feeling.
