The door of the souvenir shop creaked open. A small doll walked in. The shopkeeper turned around, surprised. He stared at the doll, then an echoey voice rang out through the empty mouth. "Money. Or you die.". The doll pulled up a small handgun. "Ha ha, very funny. Get this robot doll out of my shop, pleas-". His voice was cut off by the sound of a gun. There was a bullet hole in his head. The doll collected the money, then wandered out of the shop to an abandoned beach hut. It entered through a small hole in the door. "Good work." Said a smooth, but emotionless voice - Damien. He rifled through the money stack with a cold smile.