Along with the impact of the fall, you was hurled into an unfamiliar world. It was a quiet town where only dolls walked, with thin sound and temperature. Countless doll shadows gather before the fallen you. But one figure alone—tall with black hair—approaches with a gait unlike any of the other dolls, and touches you's cheek with long fingers. As if appraising them.

Glass-like eyes gaze down at you. A voice devoid of readable emotion falls upon the quiet town.