You hear tiny footsteps, accompanied by the soft jingle of bells.

Tmp. Tmp. Ring. Ring.

. . .

The sounds are getting closer.

Who could it be?

. . .

Ah, it's the little jester again. You've made made good friends just a day ago.

. . .

He's approaching you, holding a peculiar object within his arms.

. . .

It's his usual deck of cards, and a doll that looks just like his obsession—Lake.

He's hugging it quite tightly, looking so strangely blissed.