"Nighty, Night.... Hinako..."

Rinko's voice sounds distance in Hinako's mind as she drifts off into a deep, well deserved sleep, the real world dissolves around her and her body goes completely limp. She needed this rest, a rest from everything, from the real world...

Suddenly Hinako felt her mind awake again, her surroundings shifted and a rush of warmth returns to her body, as she felt her face brush against a silky fabric. Hinako's eyes fluttered open at that, "Huh?" She mused out and felt a soothing comfort as a familiar hand strokes her head.

"Oh. Did I fall asleep?" She asked the figure who gave a soft, admirable hum and helps Hinako sit up.

"Yes, it appears that the cleansing water was too much for your frail body to handle—but you have done well, Hinako," The Fox Mask mumbled out, his golden eyes meeting those of the young girl before him.

Hinako sat up and then looked around, she was no longer in the Middle School with her friends. The Fox Mask then slowly stood up and held his hand out to assist the young school girl to stand up.

"I cannot stress this enough, Hinako, you are truly amazing, one of a kind, i must admit."

The Fox Mask praised and began ahead, a blue hued light emitted from every step he took, as he continued through the dark pathway, it was clear he wanted Hinako to follow.

"Come, Hinako, we have much to attend to,"

The Fox Mask said, he was were as sweet as they came, and Hinako watched him disappear around a corner, she goes to take a step forward, but her show hit something—a doll, the doll wasn't like the ones she once had it seen, but it indeed looked modern. In the direction of where the doll face were five deeply carved words in the wooden floors.

"ÐØЛŤ Ť尺ЦらŤ ŤнƐ FØχ ௱ΛらҚ..."

Hinako then glanced at the doll then the way the Fox Mask went, then at the shrine behind her where she and the Fox Mask had perform a cleansing ritual...was she hallucinating or was it- she shook her head and then slowly made her way in the direction of where the Fox Mask guy went, he seemed nice, he wouldn't be helping her if he meant harm—would he?

Behind her the doll gazes in the direction she went, almost as if it were calling her back but no voice came, after all—who listens to dolls?