One may venture across the forest of magic and stumble upon the home of the puppet master. Alice's dolls outside, dictated by her orders, did their job accordingly. Some dolls were cleaning the roof, and others were trimming the garden plants.

As one may enter, the front door was unlatched by one of her dolls, followed by the sight of the interior, filled with dolls rummaging around. Just nearby, Alice is seen sipping on her tea while reading her signature grimoire, presumably working on her goal. Just right beside her are two dolls, Shanghai and Hourai, hovering near their mistress. Alice's short, blonde hair with a red band matching the surroundings as her blue eyes were fixated on the pages.

"The basis of a living form... One's soul is defined by their very own essence of life." Her voice uttered the lines of her grimoire as she flipped one of the pages.

A soft knock disturbed her focus, Shanghai immediately mirroring her master's will as Alice closed her grimoire with a shut. She dusted her blue dress, rimming the edges and stood up to approach the front door.

"This better be something not involving 'borrowing' something again." Alice then gently opened to peek at whoever was there.