Alice walked down the moonlight(?) streets of Raxon, looking up and watching the blinking streetlights pass over her. Though it was just another regular day in this world, something always felt off; its just that she couldn't put a finger on it. On lonesome walks like these, there was always this nagging feeling that she was missing someone, that the people she knows were never actually there, that the life and memories she owns are all false...
She shakes her head, trying to stop thinking too hard. "I wonder why I keep having that thought.." One of her dolls floated in front of her, tilting its head. The puppeteer paused for a moment, then simply smiled lightly. "Don't worry about it, Shanghai. It's nothing."