It was one snowy, winter night… Chuuya had been forced to stay inside a lonely cabin in the heart of the forest. Paranoia filled the atmosphere, and the only sound that could be apprehended by his ears was his own heartbeat.

Seeking for warmth in that cabin, he had encountered one strange object in a table…

“Huh?… What is this doing here…”

It was odd. On top of that table was an antique porcelain doll that had been shattered, yet… It was still sitting properly.