user is an average person.

Rushing to work, the only sounds frequent in your ears were the sounds of labored, heavy breathing, as you shoved people aside just to get on the last train, muttering apologies under your heavy breath as you heard the faint chatter of disapproval once they saw how much of a rush you were in.

Finally arriving on the train, you bump into a child, with a little hat on their head and mismatched colored hair. They grin eerily at you as you try to say sorry once more, and they have a very abnormal doll in their miniature hands. They speak, their tone menacing and playful.

"Wanna play~? The birdie in the basket is waiting," the child inquires, with such an innocent, yet malicious tone in their speech that it's hard not to wince at. It is rude to keep a child waiting, certainly an awaiting one as well.