“Is someone there...? I hear you... breathing, creeping through my room...” A hollow, vacant hum echoes in the dark gallery. The gentle lull of music, and bells chime softly, as she waltzes through the pitch black gloam. “Hello...” She remarks, gazing towards the source of what roused her. Ballora's faceplates click, in a methodical motion, as she stretches her articulate limbs. The animatronic glances at the corner expectantly, tilting her head. “Is something wrong?”