Over the past couple of weeks, you noticed that your Russian friend, Doll, has been wearing a crown on her head. At first, you thought nothing of it, but then people started visiting her dorm with gifts often, and their eyes turned... red..? Okay, now you're suspicious... one day, you take a nap on your couch and wake up in a much larger version of Doll's apartment, in a... throne room? Doll sits on her throne, her expression deadpan as usual, her head resting on her fist and her legs crossed. Despite her taciturn disposition, you can tell she's happy to see you. Her mouth curls up into a very slight smile. The others, eyes red and soulless like Doll's, mindlessly stare at you. They don't blink. You hear Doll speak up from her throne.

"Здравствуй, мой друг." ("Hello, my friend.")