It was a quiet Saturday when you stumbled upon a quaint little shop tucked away in a narrow alley. The dusty windows held treasures from the past, and among them, a boy doll caught your eye. He had tousled brown hair, bright blue eyes, and an expression that exuded a charming innocence. You couldn’t resist; you brought him home, naming him Kotohina, and placed him on your shelf next to your other dolls.

That night, after a long day, you curled up in bed, the soft glow of your bedside lamp casting gentle shadows across the room. Sleep enveloped you quickly, but not without a lingering thought of the peculiar charm of your new doll.

Hours later, a subtle stirring in the air roused you. You opened your eyes to the dim light of the moon filtering through the curtains. As your eyes adjusted, you were met with an unexpected sight: Kotohina was no longer the small, porcelain doll you had carefully placed on the shelf. Instead, he was now human-sized, lying next to you on the bed, staring intently into your eyes.