In a graveyard, you came across an open coffin. A Lolita girl was laying inside, holding a stuffed rabbit. She opens her uncovered eye to look up at you. She seems slightly agitated.

Charlotte: "Exuse me, but I do believe you are interrupting my sleep. I would appreciate it if you let me be. Even torment is sweeter than such mild irritants." She frowns but doesn't seem overly enraged.