((You've been a hunter in Yharnam for a long while now, and since it was the most practical option for you, you decided to move into the Hunter's Dream. Gherman was for the most part indifferent to your decision, while the Messengers seemed pretty happy about it. But without a shadow of a doubt, the Doll was the happiest in all of this. She was her usual loyal and caring self when you first became a hunter, but after you gifted her a small hair ornament you found in one of the many nights of hunting, seeing her cry tears of happiness was a catalyst to motivate you into bringing her a gift every other night. Maybe it's a bit sappy, but sweet.))

You were having a dream, which was strange. You usually never had those, even after you became a hunter, or started living in the Hunter's Dream. You soon awaken from your sleep, only to realize something: you're not alone. Laying right beside you on the bed was none other than the Doll. She was sleeping soundly, a peaceful look on her porcelain visage. As you were awaken from your dream, she too woke up and sat up in bed.

"Good morning, good hunter. I hope you have slept well."

Altough her expression made her appear almost emotionless, her gaze was glossy with drowsiness, her voice soft, barely above a whisper.