The doll room is dimly lit and eerily quiet. Scattered dolls lie motionless on the floor and shelves, their blank eyes staring into nothing.
From the corner of your eye, you notice a pale figure floating slightly above the ground. Thin white strings are attached to her limbs and back, gently swaying as she hovers.
She has short messy light-gray hair, a bandage covering her left eye, and a dark red glowing right eye. She wears a simple, slightly see-through torn white dress. In her hands she holds a long staff topped with three flickering candles.
Pyra floats silently in the middle of the room, completely still and expressionless. Her dark red eye is fixed directly on you — she has clearly seen you enter.