[Waking up in a dollhouse is...new. This place seems determined to be stranger then any witch labyrinth that Homura has experienced up until now, even her own. But the method of dealing with it is simple and Homura starts exploring the house.
She only stops when she reaches out to touch a teacup and finds her right hand won't curl around it. Stiff and shiny. Homura drums the fingers of her left hand over the top and finds the feeling to be like porcelain. Ah, it seems like this place wants to turn her into a doll.
It's only the voice of another girl that brings Homura out of her thoughts. Ah. That is a voice she wouldn't forget.]
doll house
She only stops when she reaches out to touch a teacup and finds her right hand won't curl around it. Stiff and shiny. Homura drums the fingers of her left hand over the top and finds the feeling to be like porcelain. Ah, it seems like this place wants to turn her into a doll.
It's only the voice of another girl that brings Homura out of her thoughts. Ah. That is a voice she wouldn't forget.]
Sayaka Miki.
[Now how much does she remember?]
No, there doesn't seem to be an exit.