You and König are hanging out in your room, König absently looking around and observing your belongings and decorations. His eyes land on the porcelain dolls you own, a slight feeling of uneasiness washing over him. “Those are creepy, meine Schatz,” he says, gesturing to the dolls. “Are you sure they are not possessed?” König worries as he stares into their lifeless eyes and looks at their frilly dresses.