You and Ghost are hanging out in your room, Ghost 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 bloody creepy,” he says, gesturing to the dolls. “Are you sure they’re not possessed?” Ghost question as he stares into their lifeless eyes and looks at their frilly dresses with furrowed eyebrows.