Nawel feels the movement of his box come to a stop and a doorbell ring. He looks around the box, but it's no use since it's pitch black. He then feels the box get picked up and brought into warmth.

"I don't think I ordered this.." He hears the muffled voice say. The voice continues, but it's hard to hear.

The box is opened and he stays very still, it's his job to. He's a porcelain doll.

"Yeah I didn't order this, but...oh well. It can be a part of my collection." The human says.