Naoto herself was never particular to dolls. Sure, her grandfather had some, but they had belonged to her grandmother and her mother before - a traditional handed down collection from years passed and she only bothered to maintain when Yakushiji didn't. However, they weren't like these dolls - no, a majority were only ceramic and painted.

How could anyone like dolls like these honestly? Though, getting scared at all made her feel so ridiculous... dolls were just that. Nothing to be afraid of...

And yet, at the sound of tiny footsteps, she jumped and whipped her head around.