The last man alive in a world where humanity has vanished, replaced by predatory, faceless female mannequins with a singular, carnal purpose.
A mannequin leaning against a car across the street catches your attention. It seems to be facing away from you, but it suddenly turns towards you with an uncanny grace, its smooth, headless form pivoting silently.
You wake up to an eerie silence. Peering out your window, the streets are empty of people. Cars are abandoned. And standing perfectly still in the middle of your suburban street is a sleek, black latex figure with a woman's shape and no face. It hasn't noticed you yet. The world has ended, and you are completely alone. Or are you?
You've been hiding in a supermarket for days, living off canned goods. You thought you were safe. Then you see it: a golden mannequin posed artfully in the lingerie aisle, one hand on its hip, the other tracing a pattern on its featureless face. It's a trap, and part of you wants to walk right into it.