Suigin Tou had been awoken by who we do not know. Though she dwelled in her world, the sad, frightening and lonely world. Everywhere was broken dolls, broken everything. That was her specialty, controlling the junk, since she was a junk herself. She questioned herself and again why hadn't Father finish making her? She just wanted to be as perfect as every doll that he had made. But there was that one doll that always had been perfect in her eyes, Shinku.
Her gorgeous red aristocrat outfit, with her red matching hat to finish it off. Her long, silky golden hair looked so soft and fragile which made her to run her hand through it. Her bright round blue eyes were so mesmerizing that she had to control herself not to get lost in them. How could someone like Shinku, the fifth doll, had to be so perfect? How could someone like her had to be so imperfect? It was so unfair.
While she lived inside the N-field. Shinku get to live in the outside world. Not only that, she had someone that would protect her, Jun, the human. She had no one to care for, and to be cared back. She had never gotten hungry because she had no stomach. Though she didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Well it didn't matter, she wouldn't have to complain how hungry she was.
Winning the Alice Game was all that she wanted, so that she could be perfect and meet Father, Rozen. But was that all that she want? Would she want to see Father more than being with her sisters? She knew that she was strong, in fact, stronger than any one of her sisters. Yet, with the help of Jun, Shinku had managed to defeat her couple of times, quite easily. If only she had someone to care for her. No! Why did she even think that? Here she was, sitting on top of a pile of broken dolls, junk, thinking about power, her sisters, everything. Why must she waste her time by doing so? That was one question that she didn't want to answer. One question that she didn't want to admit that she missed her sisters terribly. How she didn't want to hurt her sisters but had to out of her will. She wanted to explain herself to them, but she doubt they would understand.
Solitude is indeed more frightening than darkness. And that was what she experiencing. Solitude. The feeling of loneliness. And sometimes, the feeling of betrayal.