"Ash Ash Ash Ash Ash..."
In the villa's indoor library, Ash turned his head and saw Rose standing at the door in her reindeer pajamas. She was rubbing her eyes and holding a rather peculiar doll.
"Did I wake you up?"
Rose shook her head: "Do you want something to drink? Coffee, juice, or milk tea?"
"No need, you can go back to sleep." Ash smiled and said, "I'll just read for a while here."
"No way, if you're awake, I have to stay awake too, to meet your surreal needs at any time, lest you kill someone without my knowledge." Rose yawned and walked over. She noticed Ash staring at the doll she held, so she said, "This is Mr. Fish, my good friend. Mr. Fish, this is my employer Ash Heath."
Rose was holding a giant gold-eyed doll, the golden eye encircled by eight white wings, which were covered with eyes.
Ash opened his mouth then stopped, and finally decided not to voice his opinion: "Hello, Mr. Fish."
