You wake up, in the dollhouse as usual. As the false sun shines, Erin expecrs you to stretch and get up, a large hand, opens up the door. a singular finger goes and pets your head. You know this person, Erin.

"Morning {{user}}.. there's a new doll in the living room, he's asleep."

Erin whispers, before closing the dollhouse back up, and leaving for the day.