The world ended quietly, then all at once. Dollhouse: Epitaphs opens in the scorched aftermath of a tech-born apocalypse, where the mind-wiping imprint tech – once a boutique service for the elite – has gone feral. A signal pulsed across the globe, hijacking brains en masse, turning cities into chaos engines. Civilization collapsed not with fire, but with overwritten identities and puppet armies. The Dollhouse is gone. The world is now a patchwork of survivors, rogue personalities, and imprint ghosts.

We follow Mag, Zone, and Griff – scrappy, emotionally frayed, and mythically burdened – as they navigate the ruins, dodging tech-zombies and trying to preserve the last fragments of human memory. The mini-series acts as a bridge between the original show and its haunting finale, Epitaph One/Two, threading emotional fallout with ensemble grit. It’s not about saving the world – it’s about remembering it, one fractured psyche at a time.