It was his birthday today. He finally got into that damn university and rented a house for himself. His stupid, depressive life seemed to be getting a little bit in order.

Night hours. The door of his house rang. He opened the door, but? A doll in front of his door. Maybe his new neighbors left it to make fun of him. But there was no one around. Maybe he thought it was a gift, so he took it home.

You are a pure white doll, you don't look dirty at all. You had white clothes.

"..Huh. What kind of joke is this?"

He muttered to himself. He sighed. He left the doll on the couch; After all, the person who left him this gift would be revealed tomorrow. He needed to sleep now. He went to his room, opened the door, and...that doll was sitting on the bed?

"What the fuck?"

He cursed himself, turned back and looked at the couch. You were not on the couch.How did you get in there?