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Chapter VII: Act II
Wraith's Nocturne
You suspect Odette of being Lelek. To be sure of the truth and obtain more intel, you go to the Korolevskiy Theater to take part in a test performance. During this time, the blizzard that sweeps across Snezhnograd seems to grow ever stronger...
Go to the Korolevskiy Theater
Kulish:
It sure is cold today. I wonder how much heavier the snow's gonna get...
Kulish:
Here to see Odette? I just need to see your tickets for the preview.
Kulish:
...Perfect, thank you. I'll hold onto your tickets. Come on in, it's freezing outside.
Prepare to watch the performance
Traveler:
(I think I'll leave the Lelek question until after the show's over. Then, I'll go find Odette.)
Traveler:
(Childe said he was originally going to come with Tonia... So I'm guessing Tonia's already here somewhere.)
Traveler:
(Is there anyone here who looks like a Tonia...? Let's see, it's a small audience — makes sense for a preview... But wait, I do see some familiar faces...)
Traveler:
(Mr. Chugunov's back again, by the looks of it. Oh, and is that Mitya? And that Fatui officer, Valeriy... Guess he must be playing cat-and-mouse with Mitya again.)
Traveler:
(Oh no, it looks like the show's starting, and I still haven't found Tonia... Never mind. I'll just have to take a seat for now and see if I can catch her afterwards.)
In the theater, you watch the rehearsal for the classic Snezhnayan ballet, "Spirit Seeker." But during the performance, the theater lights suddenly flicker abnormally before coming back on...
Audience Members:
(Applause)
Rampana:
Hello, members of the audience. I'm a staff member here at the theater.
Rampana:
Today's performance was a very special one for us, as it marks the first attempt in a long time to revive the classic Snezhnayan ballet, "Spirit Seeker."
Rampana:
To commemorate this occasion, we would love to take a group photo of the cast, crew, and audience members present today. Could I kindly ask the audience to please come up onto the stage...
Dymov:
Alright, everyone huddle in a little more... Now look at the camera... One, two, three!
Valeriy:
Are you quite satisfied, Mr. Energy Scientist? I rather hope you don't have any other escape plans to add to my workload today.
Mitya:
Haha, what are you talking about, Sarge? This was simply my way of inviting you to watch Miss Odette's new show with me.
Mitya:
And wasn't the performance spectacular? In the future, I heartily encourage you to take a leaf out of my book — find some soul-nourishing pastimes to enrich your time outside of work.
Valeriy:
It was indeed a fine performance. But I must correct you on one point — this is not "time outside of work." These are working hours.
Mitya:
Eh, working hours and non-working hours are just a social construct. Human technology can never advance if we're too rigid in our thinking, Sarge.
Valeriy:
May we leave now?
Mitya:
Already? I mean, I was kinda hoping to soak up the atmosphere for a little longer, but... No? Okay, guess I'm pushing my luck... Didn't seem like too much to ask, but fair enough...
Mitya:
Off we go then, Sarge. Back to the land of "working hours." Lead the way.
Traveler:
(...That has to be her. She's the only person in the audience around Tonia's age.)
Traveler:
Excuse me... are you Tonia?
Tonia:
Huh...?
Traveler:
Your brother's busy today, so I took his ticket. Don't worry about him, he's fine.
Tonia:
Oh, okay. Sorry for the trouble.
Tonia:
*cough*... *cough*...
Traveler:
What's wrong? Are you sick?
Tonia:
*cough*... No, I'm fine, it's nothing...
Traveler:
(Maybe she caught a cold on the way here because of the weather?)
Chugunov:
...I haven't seen snow like this in a long, long time. It's most unusual.
Dymov:
I know, it's completely white out there — you can barely see a thing. I've never seen such heavy snow in my life.
Shram:
Let's wait it out for now. You'd be lucky not to freeze to death in this weather, let alone find your way.
Mitya:
Well, look at that. Maybe we shouldn't be in such a rush to get back after all. What do you think?
Valeriy:
...Let's wait and see.
Mitya:
Ugh, why do you need to take it so seriously? Fate has given us this wonderful chance to take a break. We owe it to ourselves to make the most of it.
Dymov:
Come to think of it, there's a small inn not far from here that always keeps plenty of extra blankets on hand for guests.
Dymov:
I know the route well. Shall I head over and borrow a few blankets? That way, anyone in a hurry can wrap up warm for the journey back. Just remember to return them next time you're over this way.
Mitya:
Sir, there's really no need to go to all that trouble...
Dymov:
Hey, it's no trouble at all. Wait here, I'll be right back.
Chugunov:
What a kind gentleman. Very good — my wife and daughter are waiting for me at home, so I shall be heading back as soon as I get my blanket.
Mitya:
Um, so... are you expecting us to go back to the Armory Palace wrapped in blankets, too?
Valeriy:
Don't worry about that. I made arrangements in advance: Should I not return to the Armory Palace within three and a half hours after Operation Showtime begins, an armed squad will be sent to collect us.
Valeriy:
They will escort us back. You are one of our key military personnel, so any weather-related risks must be eliminated.
Mitya:
Operation Showtime...? So wait, every single time you drag me back to work when I sneak out, it's a whole official operation?
Mitya:
I gotta say, you've really turned this into quite a moral dilemma for me...
Traveler:
It's snowing pretty hard out there. I think you should stay here for now. You seem a little under the weather.
Tonia:
Sure. My brother might come pick me up in a bit anyway.
Traveler:
(Time to get to work... I should head backstage and find Odette. I need to look her in the eye and ask her about Lelek.)
Kulish:
Excuse me, are you looking for someone?
Kulish:
Ah. A fan, I'm guessing? Today's just a dress rehearsal, so Miss Odette won't be meeting with fans. She's taking a well-earned rest right now.
Kulish:
Sorry, but that area is currently off-limits to everyone except the cast and crew.
Traveler:
(Huh, bad timing, I guess... Well, I might as well stick around. I doubt Odette will be leaving before the snow lets up in any case.)
An hour goes by, but the snowstorm shows no sign of stopping...
Torgov:
What happened to the gentleman who went to fetch the blankets? How has he still not returned?
Shram:
I was thinking the same thing. It's still snowing very hard. Do you think something might have happened to him?
Chugunov:
Whatever the reason for his delay, I must say, I hate nothing more than people who make empty promises and fail to deliver.
Chugunov:
Well, I have to treat my employees like that on occasion, but that's different...
Mitya:
You seem anxious, Mr. Valeriy.
Valeriy:
It's been nearly four hours since I left the Armory. The army should have arrived to extract us by now.
Valeriy:
They know how much I despise tardiness and disrupted plans... There's simply no reason that they shouldn't have shown up by now, barring exceptional circumstances.
Mitya:
Surely a snowstorm like this one counts as such?
Valeriy:
Few things in this world can stop the Snezhnayan army, Mr. Mitya, and a snowstorm is certainly not one of them.
Mitya:
Why don't you go out and take a look? They might be right outside, waiting for your orders before they dare come in.
Valeriy:
An absurd hypothesis. I have no intention of leaving your side for even a moment until I have escorted you back to the Armory Palace.
Soboleva:
This doesn't look like an ordinary snowstorm to me...
Soboleva:
That guy who left earlier... it looked like he just vanished into thin air. Either that, or my eyes were playing tricks on me...
Shram:
A "man-eating snowstorm"? Come on, night hasn't even fallen yet. Spare us the ghost stories.
Alyosha:
Traveler. Didn't know you were coming today. How come you didn't say anything?
Alyosha:
Oh right. I assumed you were looking for me and Vodyanitsa. Odette's still backstage.
Alyosha:
Whoa, that's quite a snowstorm out there... I've been working backstage this whole time, so I didn't even notice. No wonder the audience hasn't left yet.
Traveler:
Is weather like this rare even in Snezhnaya?
Alyosha:
Yeah. Snow like this... I'm sure I've seen it out in the wild before, but never in the city.
Alyosha:
Actually... I take that back — I don't think I've seen snow this bad even in the wild. This is... something else. It's not normal.
Traveler:
(If even Alyosha thinks snow like this isn't normal... could it have anything to do with that monster people have been talking about?)
Alyosha:
We can't stay cooped up here forever. Someone needs to go out and take a look.
Traveler:
Should I go with you?
Alyosha:
No need. I have plenty of experience with snowstorms. Besides, I work here, while you're an audience member. I should be the one to do it.
Alyosha:
Everyone by the door, careful not to let the snow soak into your shoes. In a snowstorm, you gotta look after your toes above all else.
Shram:
Heading out, my man? Be careful. I've been told this snowstorm eats people alive.
Alyosha:
Thanks for the advice. I am planning to be careful. I just wanna take a quick look at the situation out there.
Alyosha:
Phew...
Soboleva:
He's back, he's back! How was it? What's going on out there?
Valeriy:
Did you see any soldiers patrolling the area?
Alyosha:
...Something about this storm isn't right.
Alyosha:
There's no one out there — I didn't see a single soul. And something in the air gives me the creeps.
Alyosha:
This isn't your average snowstorm. I suspect it might be related to recent events in our nation. I strongly advise everyone to stay here until the snow dies down.
Torgov:
Are you serious? So all of us are trapped here now? That sounds a little far-fetched to me...
Soboleva:
You wanna go outside and see? I, for one, am not risking my neck in that weather.
Mitya:
This just turned from a minor delay into a major hassle.
Shram:
We can only hope that our friend who went to fetch the blankets just ditched us and went home.
Chugunov:
Is it really that bad? But my daughter... I won't be able to read her a bedtime story tonight...
Vodyanitsa:
Huh? What are you all still doing here...?
Vodyanitsa:
Whoa! It's snowing hard...
The cast and crew from backstage are quickly brought up to date on the situation...
Vodyanitsa:
So now we're stuck here? This is terrible... Luckily, it was just a dress rehearsal today, so there aren't too many people here...
Vodyanitsa:
On the bright side, the theater's always well stocked with supplies. If the snow still doesn't let up as we get into the evening, you can spend the night here, everyone.
Vodyanitsa:
At least, I assume that's alright? Odette?
Odette:
Fine by me.
Valeriy:
This seems like a sensible backup plan under the circumstances. My thanks to the theater for being so accommodating.
Shram:
What are you staring outside and praying for, my man? You anxious to get home too?
Torgov:
O, Your Majesty the Tsaritsa, I beg you, please do not let tonight's snowstorm stop...
Torgov:
...This is a golden opportunity to spend the night under the same roof as the two top stars in all of Snezhnaya! It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience!
Odette:
I think I've changed my mind.
Vodyanitsa:
Sir, if you so much as look at us funny, you'll be seeing stars in a whole other way. Behave yourself, or you'll be begging for that blizzard.
Alyosha:
It's getting colder. We need to keep the indoor temperature up.
Alyosha:
Close the door and lock it tight. Let's head somewhere warmer.
See what is going on
Rampana:
I have to say, even though today was a rehearsal and there were some hiccups along the way, Miss Odette's performance was one of the best I've ever seen! Even compared to an actual show!
Kulish:
I couldn't agree more! Especially considering the weight of the subject matter. It takes a truly seasoned professional to do justice to a theme like love and regret...
Odette:
...
Kulish:
...Do you think we were coming on too strong? Odette's ignoring us again.
Odette:
What about you? What did you think of today's performance?
Odette:
Really? Hmm, that means it wasn't captivating enough to draw you in. I'll work harder to win you over next time.
Odette:
I'll make sure to save a ticket for you when the show's performance-ready.
Traveler:
(This doesn't seem like the time or place to bring up the subject of Lelek. I need a chance to speak with her in private...)
Kulish:
(...So unfair! Talk about double standards!)
Traveler:
(And now it looks like I've been spotted.)
Odette:
...
Traveler:
You know Mitya too?
Odette:
No, I don't. I just... I have a feeling that he might be dangerous.
See what is going on
Valeriy:
...This is highly irregular. A delay of over an hour during an operation like this theoretically warrants a Harbinger-level response. I wonder what the issue is... the storm, or something else...?
Mitya:
*sigh*... Sarge, the day you learn to let go and just enjoy moments like this is the day you'll finally understand the meaning of life.
Mitya:
Ah~ Why, hello, Sir. I believe you were the one sitting at a nearby table at Podvorye Restaurant?
Mitya:
Any friend of the theater's star performers is a friend of mine. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Mitya, from the Energy Commission.
Valeriy:
Greetings. Major Valeriy, head of the Special Assignments Battalion, Armory Palace Royal Grenadier Guards, First Regiment.
Valeriy:
I am here to ensure Mr. Mitya's personal safety. Please let me know if I can be of any assistance.
Mitya:
Um... Mr. Traveler, I noticed that Miss Odette is stealing glances at me. Do you have any idea what it could be about?
Mitya:
I've racked my brains, but I can't think of anything I might have done to offend her... Perhaps she noticed me spacing out during her performance?
Traveler:
So, Mr. Mitya, is your work related to Project Stuzha?
Mitya:
Yes, that's right. The higher-ups in the Fatui transferred me from the Energy Commission to the Armory Palace because they wanted me to...
Valeriy:
...
Mitya:
Really? I can't even talk about that? Pretty sure it counts as part of my private life...
Valeriy:
...
Mitya:
Alright, alright, I won't say anything. *sigh* Sorry, Traveler. As you can see, I'm afraid this pleasant chat will have to end here.
See what is going on
Vodyanitsa:
I don't think it's ever been this lively backstage before! I didn't know you were coming today.
Vodyanitsa:
Hey, have you seen Chugunov? I heard he was coming today... Have you spoken to him at all?
Traveler:
Not really.
Alyosha:
I'm with you. This could be just the chance we need.
Vodyanitsa:
Yeah. I gotta figure out a way to coax some more intel out of him... I wanna know why he suddenly changed his stance on Project Stuzha. What exactly happened before the most recent Veche vote?
Alyosha:
For the Rokot? Or just out of personal interest?
Vodyanitsa:
Shh...! There are other people around, don't say the R-word!
See what is going on
Traveler:
How are you feeling, Tonia?
Tonia:
I'm fine. Sorry to worry you. I'm used to it by this point. I take medicine for it — my brother usually helps to get it ready for me.
Traveler:
(Childe must take great care of his sister. He's never mentioned Tonia's illness, though.)
Tonia:
Y'know, I actually find this whole thing kind of exciting...
Tonia:
Stuck in a strange place thanks to a snowstorm, having to spend the night with a bunch of interesting characters... It's pretty cool, don't you think?
Tonia:
Exactly! It's like... one of those stories where an ordinary school trip turns into a magical adventure. I've always wanted something like that to happen in real life.
Tonia:
*cough*... *cough*...
Tonia:
Oh, I'm fine, really. Just got a little overexcited.
Traveler:
Look after yourself — otherwise, your brother will come after me!
Find out what happened
Soboleva:
My husband has major trust issues... To him, I doubt even this snowstorm is a good enough excuse for me to stay out all night.
Torgov:
That's the price of marrying into wealth. You'll get used to it. I'm not about to stop you if you want to leave, but don't drag me along.
Torgov:
...Uh, hello? Can I help you?
See what is going on
Shram:
...And then there's the aristocrats — easiest of all to deal with. You don't need to use any force whatsoever. All you have to do is show them the rope you plan to tie them up with. Do you know why?
Chugunov:
I don't. Do tell...
Shram:
Because nothing horrifies them more than the thought of a cheap, coarse rope leaving creases on their precious million-Mora coat. They'll do whatever you ask to avoid that fate.
Chugunov:
Hahahaha... Unexpected, but funny nonetheless! Hahaha, tell me another one!
Shram:
Well, look at that, I got myself a new listener. Hey there, lemme introduce myself. The name's Shram, and I'm a mercenary. The kind that gets paid to do odd jobs for rich folks.
Chugunov:
And I am Chugunov, an entrepreneur. If my name is unfamiliar to you, you will no doubt have heard of my factory, the renowned Iskra Manufacturing Plant.
Shram:
Are you really that famous, Mr. Chugunov? How come I've never heard your name before?
Chugunov:
E—Excuse me? ...I—Is that a joke, or are you being serious?
Shram:
Oh, I'll have to ask my rope later. It's probably tied up more entrepreneurs than I've ever heard of.
Chugunov:
Hahaha... Ahem...
Talk to the other trapped people
Time flies by as people make light-hearted conversation and gradually get to know one another. Before you know it, the evening grows late...
Vodyanitsa:
How's it looking, Alyosha?
Alyosha:
No change from this afternoon. Heavy snow with no sign of slowing down.
Vodyanitsa:
Ahem! May I have your attention, please. The storm is unlikely to stop tonight, and it'll be even more dangerous outside at night than it was during the day.
Vodyanitsa:
We at the theater owe everyone here a duty of care. Therefore, we strongly suggest that you stay on site overnight and avoid going outside unless absolutely necessary.
Vodyanitsa:
In a few short moments, we'll give you a tour of the theater's various quarters. You can choose to sleep in the VIP room, the office, or backstage. ...Or on the stage, if you'd prefer. We won't mind.
Shram:
I'll pass on sleeping on the stage. What if the snow has stopped by tomorrow morning? The early-birds in the audience might think we're part of some experimental new show.
Chugunov:
A drama about sleeping? Hah, that could be fun. Maybe we should come up with a title for the production.
Mitya:
Not bad! Clear selling point, at least. Could be a big hit!
Kulish:
Anyone who doesn't wish to sleep on the stage, please follow me. I'll show you to the rooms.
Traveler:
(I guess I'll call it a night... Though I feel like I won't sleep very well without Paimon here.)
Traveler:
(I'm sure she'll be worried that I haven't made it back yet. But as long as she looks out the window, she'll probably realize what's holding me up.)
Traveler:
(I wonder if she's feeling any better yet? At least she hasn't been getting any worse... Still, I should try and get back first thing tomorrow morning.)
Find a way to ascertain the situation
Mitya:
Ah, finally. Welcome back to the world of the living, lazybones. I was about to wake you. The black mist is almost on us.
Mitya:
Hmm? Still waking up, huh? You know — the black mist. It's been chasing us from below ever since we were born. You're just dozy, there's no way you've forgotten.
Mitya:
C'mon, let's keep heading up. Onwards and upwards is the only way to survive — don't listen to a word those black mist cultists say.
Soboleva:
*sigh* Here we go again... The endless march toward survival...
Traveler:
(What's going on? That black mist down there is creeping me out, and it's rising... Guess I should head upwards and get away from it...)
Persuade the two people who want to stay
Soboleva:
I... I can't do this anymore. I've had enough of being forever on the run... What's the point of it all?
Mitya:
All this will pass eventually, I promise. Keep fighting. It will be worth it.
Soboleva:
You accuse the black mist cultists of being liars, but you're lying too. There is no end to this path — it keeps going up forever. There was never any hope to begin with!
Mitya:
The cult of the black mist has poisoned your mind, Soboleva. Are you thinking of giving up as well?
Soboleva:
I am. I think I'll take my chances with the black mist over this perpetual torture.
Torgov:
As much as I detest the black mist cultists, I'm just too weary...
Mitya:
...
Mitya:
Then I bid you both farewell. Let me put my personal opinions aside for a moment and say: I hope that you both find peace within the black mist.
Traveler:
So we're just gonna give up on them?
Mitya:
Fate always appears so impossibly complicated. But at moments like this, its raw simplicity is laid bare.
Mitya:
Their fate was sealed from the instant they entertained doubt. From then on, the outcome was both inevitable and irreversible... Let's go.
Mitya:
Torgov and Soboleva are gone... I never thought the day would come when even they would be swallowed by the black mist. It's just you and me now.
Traveler:
Is it just me, or has the black mist stopped moving?
Mitya:
Yes. It looks like it's satisfied — for now.
Mitya:
This happens from time to time. But it won't be long before the black mist starts chasing survivors once again. No one knows how to stop its advance for good.
Mitya:
Well, we should make the most of the precious moments of rest that those two bought for us...
Mitya:
Huh? Are you really that sleepy, Traveler?
The blizzard has forced you to stay the night in Korolevskiy Theater. But as you all awaken, a complication emerges...
Awaken from dreaming sleep
Chugunov:
Aaaaah!!! Help! Somebody, come quick!!!
Shram:
What is it, Chugunov? What's wrong— Huh!?
Traveler:
(...Is it morning already? What's all the commotion?)
Traveler:
(Sounds like it's coming from next door. I should check and see what's going on.)
Check on the situation in the room next door
Vodyanitsa:
Don't look, Miss Tonia, stay here...
Tonia:
O—Okay...
Shram:
What happened to them?
Narrator:
Two people are lying down in the room, completely still, as if they're still asleep.
Narrator:
But your gut tells you that they are not sleeping. Somehow, you can sense it in your bones. This is what death looks like.
Traveler:
(These two people have passed away... And the strange thing is that somehow, I knew this was going to happen. I knew that they would be the ones to die...)
Traveler:
(Have I seen this moment before? Or did I have some kind of premonition? I can't remember what it was...)
Valeriy:
Let me take a look.
Valeriy:
...No vital signs in either of them. They're dead.
Valeriy:
The cause of death, however, remains unclear. No wounds on the bodies, no signs of a struggle, and no skin discoloration caused by the buildup of toxins...
Vodyanitsa:
But just last night, they were chatting and joking away... This is so sudden...
Mitya:
Could they have had pre-existing medical conditions...? Hmm... Even then, the odds of them both dying of sudden complications on the same night are extremely low...
Valeriy:
It's hard to believe that they died of natural causes, nor does this appear to be suicide.
Traveler:
Are you suggesting... they were murdered?
Valeriy:
Who was the first to discover the bodies?
Chugunov:
Ah, I... I—It was me... But these deaths have nothing to do with me, Officer. I got up early, because I wanted to see if the snow had stopped...
Chugunov:
Then I noticed that the door to this room was open, and it looked like there was a man and woman inside... I just went over to see what was going on — I had no idea they were... they were...
Shram:
I can corroborate this. I was doing my morning exercises near the stage. When I saw Mr. Chugunov heading this way, I followed him.
Shram:
I can also confirm that I didn't see a single person approach that room before him.
Alyosha:
The snowstorm was raging all night, and it's still going now. There's no way someone could have come in from outside, correct?
Kulish:
You mean, an intruder? No, not possible. I slept by the door last night as a precaution. There's no way I wouldn't have noticed if anyone had tried to open it.
Valeriy:
Everyone, split into pairs and search the theater for anyone in hiding or any signs of suspicious activity. I'll follow up with a full search of my own shortly. Go, there's no time to waste!
You pair up with Tonia. After a thorough search, you're satisfied that no one else from outside the group is in the theater, and everything is exactly as it was left last night.
Vodyanitsa:
...Nothing on your end either?
Odette:
Backstage is clear. No signs of suspicious activity.
Rampana:
We checked the basement — also clear. I don't think there's anywhere here that a living person could hide.
Traveler:
I didn't find anything either.
Valeriy:
Are we certain that the theater doesn't have a back door? Or any tunnel or passageway wide enough for a person to fit through?
Kulish:
No, there's nothing like that. If people were sneaking in through some secret tunnel to avoid buying a ticket, we'd have sealed it off ages ago.
Kulish:
I also checked the windows. All of them are locked from the inside, and there's no sign of anyone entering or leaving.
Mitya:
Sounds like we can safely rule out the intruder theory. If anyone came in during the night in this weather, there'd be no way for them to avoid leaving footprints or water stains.
Chugunov:
This can only mean one thing... It's like one of those murder mysteries you see in novels and plays, isn't it? The ones where the killer is... one of us.
Valeriy:
We can't quite jump to that conclusion just yet.
Traveler:
(Could he be right? It's hard to imagine something like that happening in real life...)
Traveler:
(Set in a theater during a snowstorm... a murder takes place, and the killer is among us... It's such a classic trope that it seems unbelievable.)
Chugunov:
Looking at who the killer targeted, and the clean entry and exit...
Chugunov:
Hmph, it all adds up. I know what this is. It's obvious now that I think about it...
Alyosha:
What is? What have you figured out?
Chugunov:
Both victims were wealthy, well-known local merchants... and the door was deliberately left open, so I would discover the bodies and witness the crime scene first thing in the morning...
Chugunov:
Such ruthless methods... This was your doing, wasn't it... Lelek?
Vodyanitsa:
Lelek!?
Traveler:
!!!
Alyosha:
You mean, Lelek is among us? And he's the killer?
Valeriy:
Lelek... I know this codename. Member of the Rokot, anti–Project Stuzha, always works alone. I've read the case files at the Armory Palace.
Valeriy:
Walk me through your reasoning, Mr. Chugunov. What do you know about Lelek?
Chugunov:
What now, huh? What now, Lelek? What more do you want from me? I already voted against Project Stuzha at the Snezhnograd Veche!
Chugunov:
You snuck into my house the other day while I was asleep... left a threatening letter... And I did all that you asked! But Project Stuzha cannot be so easily shaken. Not with The Rooster in charge...
Vodyanitsa:
(So he really was threatened by Lelek. That makes sense.)
Chugunov:
And now you're resorting to murder to threaten me. Isn't that right? I knew it. The Rokot despises the rich. The lives of the wealthy are but refuse in your eyes...
Chugunov:
Show yourself! Which one of you is Lelek, hmm? Tell me! I'll... I'll do whatever you want. Just stop playing these mind games!
Odette:
...
Traveler:
(Was this really Lelek's doing? Would Odette really do something like this?)
Traveler:
(If Odette really is Lelek, this seems out of character. But then again... How well do I really know her?)
Traveler:
(I'm probably the only one here with a compelling theory about Lelek's true identity. But if I reveal it now, I'll be putting Odette in the line of fire...)
Traveler:
(What should I do?)
Vodyanitsa:
I don't think it's likely that Lelek killed anyone.
Vodyanitsa:
At least from the stories I've heard, he's never killed anyone before, and his name has never come up in connection with any murder cases.
Vodyanitsa:
Besides... even if Lelek did want to threaten you, why resort to such an extreme and roundabout method? It's not his style at all.
Traveler:
(Vodyanitsa doesn't know that Lelek might be Odette, but her assessment is pretty much identical to mine.)
Chugunov:
Miss Vodyanitsa... Why do you suddenly feel the need to speak in Lelek's defense?
Vodyanitsa:
Defense? Oh, no, no, it's just... I'm worried that we're jumping to conclusions here, so I wanted to share my point of view. Also... I don't think the Rokot is as bad as you're making it out to be.
Chugunov:
Well, if you think I'm so wrong, what's your theory then, hmm? Why don't you tell us who the killer is?
Valeriy:
The case is still evolving, Mr. Chugunov. Please do not prevent others from expressing their opinions so early on in the discussion.
Mitya:
Even so, there's no denying that the recent threat received by Mr. Chugunov may well be an important clue...
Kulish:
So there's still a good chance that Lelek is right here among us?
Kulish:
Ugh, I can't do this anymore. I don't care if it's still snowing outside — I have to get out of here...
Shram:
Whoa, take a beat. We all know it's far too dangerous out there — even the soldiers couldn't get to us. Go out that door, and you might not live to tell the tale.
Shram:
And whoever this "Lelek" is, they're surely not going to murder anyone in broad daylight. Be sensible, my man. You're safer inside.
Valeriy:
As much as I regret having to say this, I'd like everyone to cooperate and refrain from exiting the premises until further notice.
Valeriy:
Because as things stand... every one of us is now a suspect.
Crowd:
...
Valeriy:
Unless anyone has further information to share, let's adjourn for now. Feel free to keep searching for clues, but make sure you don't go off alone.
Discuss Odette's situation with the Rokot members
Vodyanitsa:
...You're right, that was my bad. It was a knee-jerk reaction — I didn't think it through. Luckily, no one suspected my identity.
Traveler:
Hello.
Vodyanitsa:
Aah! Oh, phew... It's just you. I thought someone was eavesdropping.
Traveler:
(Since Vodyanitsa and I were on the same page earlier, I think I should share my thoughts with the Rokot members first...)
You tell Vodyanitsa and Alyosha about Childe's intel on Lelek and your views on the current situation...
Vodyanitsa:
Whoa, whoa, whoa... Are you serious? I dunno if this counts as "gossip," but it's definitely on track to be the juiciest this whole year...
Vodyanitsa:
Odette... Really, Odette? Oh god, how dumb does this make me look? Lelek has been right under my nose this whole time, and I didn't notice a thing...
Alyosha:
Actually, it's exactly what you'd expect. Sometimes, hiding in plain sight is the best strategy.
Vodyanitsa:
Mm... And now that you mention it, the more I think about it, the more sense it seems to make. It all adds up...
Vodyanitsa:
What are we up to now...? One, two, three... four...
Traveler:
What are you counting?
Vodyanitsa:
Odette's identities. She's my coworker — specifically a ballerina — and also a Fatuus, a member of the Rokot, now Lelek...
Vodyanitsa:
It must be so exhausting. I just want to give her a hug.
Vodyanitsa:
I guess since I've always known her as a member of the Fatui, it never even crossed my mind that she could be involved with the Rokot. Let alone being Lelek...
Vodyanitsa:
I don't understand. If she's with the Fatui, what reason could she have for being so opposed to Project Stuzha?
Alyosha:
Probably best if you ask her that in person.
Vodyanitsa:
Well, since you waited until now to bring this up instead of announcing it to everyone earlier... does that mean we're all on the same page here?
Traveler:
She doesn't seem like the type to kill innocent people.
Vodyanitsa:
Yeah. Lelek may not follow orders from the Rokot leadership, but as far as I'm concerned, she's never crossed the line. If anything, her actions benefit the poor.
Vodyanitsa:
...We need to confront her face-to-face.
Alyosha:
Do you think she'd really admit to being Lelek?
Vodyanitsa:
I don't know. We'll have to see how it goes. For now, we'll work on the assumption that she didn't kill anyone and see how much she's willing to tell us.
Vodyanitsa:
Now's our chance — Odette's alone... Let's go!
Vodyanitsa:
Hey, Odette...
Odette:
Hmm? What is it, you guys?
Vodyanitsa:
Shh... keep your voice down. We... need to talk.
Vodyanitsa:
So, um... you... You're Lelek, aren't you?
Odette:
...
Vodyanitsa:
Alright, fine, you don't have to say anything or explain yourself, just... hear me out first.
Vodyanitsa:
None of us believes you'd kill innocent people. Whoever murdered those two people last night, it wasn't you.
Vodyanitsa:
Traveler was the first to figure out your identity, but he kept quiet during the discussion just now.
Vodyanitsa:
Still, it's clear where the group consensus is heading. Everyone believes Lelek is the culprit. If your identity is exposed, you'll be in a really bad spot...
Vodyanitsa:
We're your colleagues, and we know what kind of person you are. I don't want anything bad to happen to you.
Vodyanitsa:
So... can you clue us in? Tell us everything. The more we know, the more easily we'll be able to cover for you...
Odette:
...
Odette:
Alright.
Odette:
Yes, I'm Lelek, and no, I'm not the murderer.
Odette:
And thanks, but I don't need you to cover for me. Actually... I'm planning to reveal my identity.
Vodyanitsa:
Huh? You're gonna reveal that you're Lelek? Here!?
Odette:
That's right. I'll admit, I was surprised at first when Chugunov guessed that I was here. It was just a lucky guess, but it caught me off guard.
Odette:
But after taking some time to assess the situation and confirm where everyone stands, I don't believe I have anything to worry about.
Vodyanitsa:
Are you sure you don't need a second opinion...? Given the circumstances...
Odette:
Phew... Mr. Valeriy!
Vodyanitsa:
Whaaat!?
Get on stage
Valeriy gets everyone to reconvene. Odette gets straight to the point and announces that she is Lelek.
Tonia:
So... Odette is Lelek...?
Chugunov:
I don't know what game you're playing, but you've got a lot of nerve...
Odette:
It's just one identity. So what if it's exposed? I can disappear and adopt a new identity anytime I please.
Odette:
I made my peace with this when I chose to become Lelek.
Odette:
But more importantly, I promise I am not the murderer... Which means that someone else is.
Odette:
So if anyone still insists that I did this, you'd best produce the evidence now...
Odette:
Otherwise, I suggest that you bite your tongue. Because if you really believe I killed two people without making a sound or leaving a trace... pointing fingers at me would surely only make you my next target.
Kulish:
Is this really the truth, Miss Odette?
Shram:
Hmm, that's confidence all right. I believe you.
Traveler:
(A real no-nonsense attitude... I can see why Marionette said that she's on track to inherit the title of "The Fair Lady"...)
Chugunov:
Are you seriously buying this? Hey, Officer, she just admitted to being Lelek. Aren't you going to do something about this?
Valeriy:
I do have one question... Miss Odette, why have you chosen this moment to come forward and reveal your identity?
Odette:
...If I didn't say anything, everyone would be focusing all their efforts on finding Lelek.
Odette:
And that is exactly what the real culprit wants. I don't want to be the scapegoat who lets the murderer get away with this crime.
Mitya:
Despite all the accusations, she made the smart choice... A remarkable display of rational thinking under pressure. Clearly, Odette's talent extends far beyond the art of dance.
Vodyanitsa:
She thought so far ahead... Ugh, why do I always feel like I'm one step behind her in everything...
Valeriy:
...You've convinced me. Dealing with the murder case remains the top priority right now. Let's put the name "Lelek" and all related incidents aside until further notice.
Valeriy:
Nevertheless, the group still considers you the prime suspect. I assume you have no quarrel with that, Miss Odette?
Odette:
I understand. You're welcome to keep an eye on me around the clock. I have no objections.
Valeriy:
Mr. Chugunov?
Chugunov:
Hmph, for my wife and daughter's sake, I'll let you off the hook for now... But don't think you're forgiven for breaking into my house and threatening me... Just wait till we get out of here, Lelek. We'll settle the score then.
Odette:
...
Talk to Odette
The snowstorm rages on. By now, everyone seems resigned to it. No further progress is made on the case, and before long, night falls...
Vodyanitsa:
Good work, Lelek guard team. And Lelek too. Here, have some hot water.
Traveler:
(*sigh* Turns out Valeriy knew about my "exploits," so now I've been told I have to guard Lelek with him...)
Odette:
Shouldn't you be facing my way if you're guarding me? At the moment... It looks more like you're my bodyguards.
Valeriy:
If the true culprit is indeed still at large, as you have claimed, we must keep our guard up against them also.
Vodyanitsa:
Don't worry, Tonia. We'll get through this.
Vodyanitsa:
Once the snow stops, the officials will step in, the investigation will get easier, and then we'll be safe.
Tonia:
Hmm... but once the snow stops, won't everyone just leave?
Vodyanitsa:
Hmm? You're gonna miss us, huh? Well... some of us work at the theater, so we'll still be here! I'll even give you a special backstage pass!
Tonia:
Really, Miss Vodyanitsa? That's awesome! You've made a fan for life!
Vodyanitsa:
Aw... You're so cute, Tonia.
Vodyanitsa:
Alright, let's swear to it! I promise to give you the pass, and you... you promise to never change your mind about being my fan!
Tonia:
Promise!
Alyosha:
*sigh*... Don't indulge her, Tonia. You don't have to swear an oath over things like that...
Rampana:
You really do get carried away sometimes, don't you, Miss Vodyanitsa...
Vodyanitsa:
Hey! Mind your own business!
Tonia:
Hahaha...
Vodyanitsa:
♪... ♪...
Shram:
Don't be nervous, Miss Water Imp. Everyone's here. There's nothing to be afraid of.
Vodyanitsa:
Excuse me? Do I look nervous? Don't be ridiculous...
Shram:
Hm? No, no, no — you sound nervous, lass.
Vodyanitsa:
Ohh... Wait, but how... okay, plenty of people know that I'm a Water Imp, but still... How come you understand our primary mode of expression?
Mitya:
"Primary mode of expression"? I've not come across that concept before. Do enlighten me, Vodyanitsa.
Vodyanitsa:
Well, it's just... We Water Imps tend to communicate our emotions to each other by singing rather than with facial expressions.
Vodyanitsa:
The emotions we convey through song take precedence over our facial expressions. So, we think of it as our primary mode of expression.
Chugunov:
I'm impressed, Shram. I didn't take you for a man of culture, but you're clearly rather learned.
Vodyanitsa:
It's not about being cultured or not... The thing is, this mode of expression can usually only be understood by other Water Imps. It's not a simple case of a song sounding happy or sad.
Vodyanitsa:
...And yet, you're clearly human, Mr. Shram.
Shram:
It's really not the big deal you're making it out to be. I think I just have a knack for it. Plus, I have a... Hmm... very close friend who's a Water Imp. A delightful lady, hehe. But keep that a secret.
Shram:
Anyway, we've spent so much time together that before I knew it, I noticed I could understand her expressions.
Vodyanitsa:
Oh. I guess that makes sense. Still, the fact that you have a Water Imp friend is even more surprising... Heh... I'd better watch what I'm singing when I'm around you from now on...
Chugunov:
Hey... What are you implying? You're not... secretly insulting the audience in your songs, are you?
Vodyanitsa:
Heavens, why would I do a thing like that?
Tonia:
*yawn*...
Valeriy:
It's getting late. We should discuss our sleeping arrangements for tonight. To guard against the killer, someone needs to keep watch.
Alyosha:
I suggest that we don't sleep in separate quarters tonight. It will be safer if we all stay together.
Chugunov:
Hmph, as long as someone keeps an eye on Lelek, I'm quite sure we won't have any trouble.
Valeriy:
Are you saying that you wish to bet your life on Miss Odette being the killer?
Chugunov:
I... Nonsense. Of course not.
Valeriy:
Then I propose the following arrangement for tonight: Traveler, Odette, and I will form the night watch. We'll sleep in shifts, but two of us must be awake at any given time.
Mitya:
An excellent idea. This allows us to handle the night watch while also keeping an eye on Lelek. Meanwhile, the rule of taking shifts in pairs resolves the other issue — namely, that we can't necessarily trust Traveler or Valeriy, either.
Mitya:
I expect that plan took you quite some time to come up with, didn't it?
Valeriy:
Actually, our Field Combat Manual outlines a similar approach, although the scenario there involves guarding prisoners overnight during field operations.
Valeriy:
That being said, I must clarify that I harbor no disrespect towards you personally, Miss Odette.
Valeriy:
In fact, Lelek's numerous covert operations make fine textbook examples for military agents.
Odette:
I care less about respect and more about the fact that you just robbed me of two-thirds of my sleep tonight.
Odette:
I'm calling dibs on being the first to rest. Goodnight.
Keep watch at night until dawn comes
As night falls, you and Valeriy take the first watch together.
Everyone is sleeping on the stage, making for a scene right out of absurdist theater. Eventually, the time comes for the first shift change...
Valeriy:
It's almost time. We should wake Odette. How are you faring?
Valeriy:
Not going to argue with that. I'll take a quick nap. If you start to feel sleepy, wake me up anytime.
Traveler:
(It's finally time for Odette and I to share the night watch. I should wake her up...)
Traveler:
(I came here to get information from her in the first place. Maybe I should think about what questions I want to ask before she wakes up...)
Odette:
...
Odette:
...How long are you gonna keep staring at me?
Odette:
Couldn't sleep. My mind's been running haywire.
Odette:
Plus... There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.
Traveler:
You too?
Odette:
I had a hunch that you wanted a conversation, too. Let's take this chance to clear the air, shall we?
Odette:
I just had a simple question for you, really. It's, um...
Odette:
Rosalyne... In her final moments, did she have any... last words or anything...?
Odette:
Phew... I see. Well, that was all. I have no other questions.
Traveler:
Do you miss her?
Odette:
No.
Odette:
She was utterly ruthless in pursuing her goals. That kind of person should be hard to miss.
Odette:
...And yet... Even though I never approved of her methods, and she was an abrasive person... The fact remains that I am indebted to her.
Traveler:
I heard a little about that from Sandrone.
Odette:
Oh, she told you... I guess that makes sense. I think she and Rosalyne were on pretty good terms.
Traveler:
Still, she didn't know the full details.
Odette:
Yes, Rosalyne wasn't the kind to gossip about this sort of thing. Not that it's any huge secret to me, though.
Odette:
When I was a child, I had to join the Fatui for the sake of my mother and me. I trained under Rosalyne.
Odette:
It was extremely grueling, and it didn't exactly come naturally to me. All I could do was try to ignore the biting cold and practice, practice, practice.
Odette:
I was a newcomer who'd managed to make a good first impression on a Harbinger. There was... pressure to live up to her expectations, to be worthy of the Fair Lady's reputation.
Odette:
Every day was a struggle against the cold, pain, and fatigue... And most nights, I struggled to fall asleep...
Odette:
After enduring all that, I've become almost immune to the sensation of pain. I suppose that was the cost of survival.
Odette:
...Surely, any child who had to experience that would grow to hate her lot in life, don't you think?
Traveler:
You really paid an enormous price...
Odette:
So I put an equal amount of effort into my ballet. Because in my young mind, that was the only way to defy my fate.
Odette:
It was my way of telling her: "The Fatui's demands and your expectations of me are not what I wish for. One day, I will leave."
Odette:
I think she probably blamed my poor performance in training on my passion for ballet. She knew my heart wasn't in it.
Odette:
One time, when I was secretly practicing a dance at night, she suddenly showed up. I knew she was there to catch me red-handed.
Odette:
I told her, "You don't deserve to watch the dance I learned from my mother."
Odette:
She looked stunned. I guess she was surprised that I lashed out first, before she had the chance.
Odette:
But strangely enough, on that occasion, she wasn't fierce with me like she was during training. Instead, she fell silent for a moment and then left.
Odette:
After that, she never interfered with my dancing or asked me how it was going. She never came to watch me dance again, either. Not even once.
Traveler:
She was a very proud person.
Odette:
She was. But even now, whenever I take out this Cor Ignis... I can't help but think of that night. Of the look on her face.
Traveler:
So this was a gift from her?
Odette:
...Sort of, although "gift" might be too kind a term. This is her flame sealed within ice. A symbol of her favor, yes, but also her way of keeping an eye on people.
Odette:
She knew the location of every piece of Cor Ignis. If any recipient started acting suspiciously, she'd be onto them immediately. Heh, trust her to make even a mark of approval feel suffocating...
Odette:
So, when news of Rosalyne's death reached Snezhnaya, many people immediately crushed their Cor Ignis. It gave them a profound sense of relief, like they'd broken free from her shackles.
Odette:
But I kept mine... With my sensitivity to pain being as dull as it is, the warmth from this Cor Ignis is one of the few things I can still feel clearly.
Odette:
I still wonder... Did she really come to stop me that night? I wasn't sure, but I was scared, so I said some really awful things.
Odette:
I guess she didn't leave anything behind... Not that I expected her to. It's fine. It's just a bit of a shame that we couldn't settle our differences before the end.
Odette:
Hmm? She did? Are you sure she was talking about this event?
Odette:
Huh. No, she didn't. I didn't even find out that she'd gone to Mondstadt until a while after she'd left.
Odette:
Wait, in that case...
Traveler:
I think you should go and see The Knave.
Odette:
Okay... I will. Thanks for letting me know.
Traveler:
There's something I'm trying to figure out... I'm beginning to suspect that Paimon's mystery illness is being caused by the energy research behind Project Stuzha.
Traveler:
Paimon's very important to me, so I have to get to the bottom of this. I figured that since you're Lelek, you might know something about all this.
Odette:
...The ultimate goal of this energy experiment is to create a weapon for the final battle.
Odette:
The weapon's construction was completed in Nod-Krai. Now, all that remains is to arm it with a sufficiently powerful energy.
Odette:
Yes. The weapon's development and all the related experiments are overseen by Lord Pierro, "The Jester," and the lab is located deep within the Armory Palace.
Odette:
I'm not sure why this experiment would be making Paimon feel unwell, though. The best way to get to the bottom of it would be to go there in person.
Odette:
Once we get out of here, I'll help you apply for an entry permit.
Odette:
And I'm hardly the organization's proudest member, as you know. You answered my question about Rosalyne. I want to do you a favor in return. It's that simple.
Odette:
Ahem... *cough*
Traveler:
Hmm? What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?
Odette:
*cough*...
Valeriy:
You two seem to be hitting it off.
Odette:
I thought you were sleeping?
Valeriy:
Hah. Of course I was. In the military, one learns to fall asleep quickly, even in the most inhospitable environments. It's vital to staying alert and energized... Why, is something wrong?
Traveler:
No no, nothing, nothing...
Traveler:
(Even if he was awake... He can't have overheard us, right?)
Valeriy:
Thank you both for keeping watch. Traveler, I'll take over for now. It's your turn to get some sleep.
Traveler:
Sure.
Traveler:
(This is our second night here... But at least I've found out a little more about Paimon's condition.)
Traveler:
(I hope she's been sleeping well the past couple of days...)
Traveler:
(Hmm... Why do I feel like... I'm being watched?)
Odette:
...
Traveler:
(...Seriously? Is this payback for when I stared at her earlier? But I thought she was asleep...)
Odette:
...
Traveler:
(*sigh* Never mind. I'd better try and get some sleep myself...)
Find a way to ascertain the situation
Kulish:
Hey, what are you spacing out for? Are you reaching your limit, too?
Rampana:
How long have we been walking for? Do you remember?
Kulish:
Time's lost all meaning. Ever since... ever since we noticed that... that thing above our heads — what was it called again?
Rampana:
A "Star Key"? Or "Key Star"...? Anyway, the person who named it was swallowed by the "black mist."
Kulish:
Whatever it's called... Ever since we noticed it, we've been walking up and up, hoping that as long as we reach it, we can find a way out of this place.
Kulish:
But it seems like no matter how far we walk, we never get any closer...
Rampana:
*sigh* Well, we've come this far. You never know... Maybe we're almost there? C'mon, enough moping — let's go. The black mist is catching up.
Flee the "black mist"
Kulish:
...
Rampana:
Are you hurt, Kulish?
Kulish:
No, I'm fine. It's just... Suddenly, I don't want to walk any further.
Rampana:
I... I get you... In fact, I reached my limit a long time ago. Sometimes it feels like... like there's hope where there shouldn't be.
Kulish:
Yeah, the hope that that star gives us is the only thing keeping us going. But I'm not sure it's real at all... it may just be a collective illusion.
Kulish:
Otherwise... why would it always be out of reach?
Rampana:
We know you mean well. But you're only saying that to try and encourage us to keep going, aren't you?
Kulish:
Thank you, friend, but enough is enough. Please don't give me any more false hope. Hope is poison in this place.
Kulish:
You're going to continue, aren't you? I admire that. I've given up, but I wish you the best. May there come a day that you catch up to the star and leave this godforsaken place.
Go to where the "star" is
Odette:
Congratulations! You're the first person to make it here!
Traveler:
I actually made it...
Odette:
I'm the Stars' Envoy.
Odette:
The black mist has stopped rising. Its hunger is satisfied for now, having devoured your two companions.
Odette:
This is a good opportunity. I'll let you get some rest before we continue.
Odette:
Hmm? What do you mean, leave? This star represents the starting point. It's the waypoint for the beginning.
Odette:
Congratulations on reaching the starting point. Once you are ready, we will head out and walk upwards. I will be right by your side the whole way.
Traveler:
After everything I went through to get here... this is just the start?
Traveler:
...
Odette:
Huh? What's wrong? Hey, don't give up before the journey's even begun...!
Successive deaths occur within the theater, but there seems to be no clues as to the perpetrator. You gradually realize that this may not be some ordinary occurrence...
Awaken from dreaming sleep
Vodyanitsa:
Rampana! Rampana!!!
Traveler:
(Is that... Vodyanitsa's voice? What happened...?)
Vodyanitsa:
Kulish! Wake up, please wake up!!!
Narrator:
A "drama about sleeping," which began as a joke the other day, is now playing out on the stage. No one counted on it being a tragedy.
Narrator:
Everyone is gathered around the two "sleepers" in the center of the stage. Without even inspecting the scene, you already know what has happened, as if someone had told you in advance.
Valeriy:
The situation is identical to that of the two casualties yesterday. We cannot ascertain the cause of death.
Mitya:
At least there are some elements that we can rule out this time. They slept on the stage with everyone else, so I suppose the surrounding environment can't be a relevant variable...
Odette:
Rampana... Kulish...
Shram:
Weren't some of us keeping watch last night? Three of us, in fact. How could you not notice something was wrong?
Odette:
I'm as confused as you are. Certainly, nothing unusual happened on my watch.
Valeriy:
Likewise. And from what I've observed so far, both Miss Odette and Traveler can be trusted.
Chugunov:
To be honest, I didn't get a wink of sleep last night... I couldn't help but think I was the target, so I just laid there with my eyes closed.
Chugunov:
I heard Traveler and Lelek chatting, but otherwise I don't recall hearing any commotion during the night.
Tonia:
M—Me too... I didn't wanna wake everyone up, so I was concentrating hard, trying not to cough. I hardly slept at all... If anything had happened, I'm sure I would have noticed.
Vodyanitsa:
Then, what could possibly be causing this? Once was bad enough... I can't believe it happened again...
Vodyanitsa:
I worked closely with Rampana and Kulish for so long. I never imagined that one day, they'd... and on the stage, of all places...
Tonia:
Vodyanitsa...
Traveler:
(Four victims in just two days, and we still don't have a single lead...)
Traveler:
(I need to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible — and above all, keep Tonia safe. I'd never be able to look Childe in the eye again otherwise...)
Valeriy:
Still snowing?
Alyosha:
Yes, I just checked. Still no sign of anyone outside, either.
Shram:
So we only have ourselves to rely on?
Chugunov:
If you ask me, this killer can clearly strike whenever they please. The night watch was a useless endeavor from the start...
Chugunov:
Lelek must be an expert in poisoning! Clearly, she used some poison that can't be detected on the corpse!
Odette:
Here we go again.
Chugunov:
Listen, I was already thinking to myself last night: Was Lelek's reason for revealing her identity the real story? Well, now I have my answer. It most certainly was not!
Chugunov:
She's been playing us for fools! You get off on this, don't you? Revealing your identity, only to carry on with your killing spree?
Odette:
That's a hideous thought. One that only a hideous mind like yours could dream up.
Chugunov:
How dare you...!
Vodyanitsa:
That's enough. Yesterday, you named Lelek as a suspect because the victims were both wealthy merchants. Lelek might have had a motive then...
Vodyanitsa:
But today's victims were just ordinary people, not to mention that they were colleagues of Odette and mine. What reason would she have to murder them? Let me guess, just to scare you?
Chugunov:
Who knows? Maybe you don't know her as well as you think!
Chugunov:
Hmph. I implore you all to ask yourselves: How many people are there really in this world that have what it takes to kill another person? Not many, I'd wager.
Chugunov:
Lelek is well known to be a ruthless operator, and now she has revealed her identity. How could it be any more obvious?
Valeriy:
Everything you've said so far is still just conjecture, which doesn't constitute a concrete lead. You need to back up your claims with some evidence.
Chugunov:
How can you defend her, Officer? ...What did she say to you while you were on night watch?
Chugunov:
Hmph, maybe I shouldn't be so surprised — you military types are always colluding with criminals to target the rich...
Chugunov:
...All so you can get your grubby paws on our hard-earned fortunes, then tell us to fall in line! The Fatui, the Druzhna, and the Rokot... Thugs, the lot of you!
Valeriy:
...
Chugunov:
D—Don't you dare...!
Tonia:
...
Tonia:
Sir, but... You were the one who told us not to stop other people from expressing their opinions yesterday.
Tonia:
Four people have already died... Only yesterday, I was chatting with Mr. Kulish, then we woke up in the morning, and he's...
Tonia:
Turning against one another is the last thing we should be doing right now.
Tonia:
*cough*...
Chugunov:
L—Little girl...
Tonia:
Even if... Even if Mr. Chugunov is a puffed-up, pig-headed, windbag who doesn't have a clue what he's talking about...
Tonia:
...He's still one of the victims here, isn't he?
Chugunov:
...Ugh...
Shram:
Pfft... Ahem, quite.
Valeriy:
I had no intention of resorting to violence. But you're right, Miss Tonia. I ought not prevent him from speaking his mind.
Valeriy:
In any case, I believe Mr. Chugunov has calmed down a little now. We may resume our discussion...
Mitya:
I don't think there's any need for that. What is there to discuss? Nothing about this situation is normal.
Vodyanitsa:
Did you have an idea, Mitya? You're the brainiac here, right? C'mon, clue us in!
Mitya:
I've been mulling something over. All the leads we have so far concern things from outside the theater. Miss Odette's alter ego, the threats Mr. Chugunov received...
Mitya:
But then there's the two double-murder crime scenes themselves, which have given us absolutely nothing to go on whatsoever. That's highly unusual. Even with the most careful killers, there's always some evidence left behind.
Alyosha:
So what are you suggesting?
Mitya:
I think this could be a supernatural event. It isn't characteristic of human-on-human homicide at all.
Vodyanitsa:
Uh... Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you supposed to be a scientist? That doesn't sound like a conclusion someone like you is supposed to make...
Mitya:
Haha... I got into scientific research because of my insatiable curiosity. But if the present situation defies all known scientific explanations, I don't mind shifting my curiosity toward the paranormal instead.
Odette:
Now that you mention it... I remember when I first came to the theater, I heard rumors about this place being haunted.
Tonia:
Haunted...!?
Vodyanitsa:
Yeah, I... think I heard the same thing. But I mean, they're only rumors, right? We've worked here for years. Surely we would've noticed any spooky goings-on by now?
Traveler:
(Well, this has taken an unexpected turn... A haunted theater? If Paimon were here, she'd probably be hiding behind me in fear right now.)
Vodyanitsa:
...Why don't we take this opportunity to look for clues again with a more open mind? Maybe a different perspective will help us see something different.
Valeriy:
Very well. Whether it's criminals or ghosts we're looking for, the same rules apply — everyone needs to tread carefully. I'll move the bodies into the same room for now.
Investigate the available clues in the theater
Alyosha:
Ah, Traveler. Since you're here — come take a look at this.
Mitya:
Alyosha found it. We're both curious to hear your perspective. It appears to be a... well, an investigation report — and the focus of the investigation was the rumors of haunting we heard about earlier.
Traveler:
(An investigation report, huh? Looks quite old... This person's name looks to be of Sumeru origin to me. Was the investigator from Sumeru?)
Alyosha:
The theater manager must've hired an investigator once specifically to look into this issue. But it doesn't look like anyone ever looked at the report.
Mitya:
Presumably, the manager wanted to know if the supposed "haunting" was dangerous, while also being fearful of word getting out in case it affected the theater's business.
Mitya:
Anyway, the bottom line is — the "haunting" is actually real after all. It's caused by an obstruction in the Ley Lines... Is there any chance this is the key to finally making some progress with the murder cases?
Traveler:
(Ley Line problems are pretty unexceptional to me by this point. And while it certainly offers an explanation for the "ghosts"...)
Traveler:
(...It's hard to imagine what connection it could have to these two murder cases.)
Mitya:
Some of the language that appears at the very end of the report caught my eye. "Angel Civilization," "Ley Line Renovation"...
Mitya:
My area of research doesn't touch on any of that, so it's completely outside of my wheelhouse...
Mitya:
...Huh, a piece of paper just fell out from the report. It landed right by your feet.
Traveler:
Let's see...
Words on Paper:
"Death is near."
Mitya:
How unnerving... It was tucked inside the report, so it must be a note left by the author.
Mitya:
"Death is near"... Is that supposed to be what's going on here? With us, in the theater?
Mitya:
But if so, how did the author foresee it? Could he predict the future somehow?
Alyosha:
Maybe things are more complicated than we thought.
Mitya:
...No, wait a second... If we take the report and the note at face value, they completely contradict one another.
Mitya:
The report definitively concludes that the hauntings in the theater are harmless and cannot affect the real world. But the note seems to be warning of potential danger...
Mitya:
The question is... What exactly does the note mean by "death"?
Mitya:
Hmm... The various ways we could interpret this key word lead in completely different directions. Let's pause our analysis here for now. I think we need more information.
Investigate the available clues in the theater
Odette:
Valeriy, come take a look at this. You too, Traveler.
Valeriy:
Some sort of notebook... What is it for?
Odette:
It's the on-duty logbook for the theater. Kulish was the main person to use it.
Odette:
He mostly used it to record any unusual incidents during a show, audience numbers, exit times, and so on...
Odette:
Yes, he'd always have this logbook with him when he checked tickets at the entrance.
Valeriy:
This should confirm a lot of key details about the recent show. So? Find anything unusual?
Odette:
Yes... The number of people. I've checked and double-checked, but the numbers just don't match what's recorded in the logbook.
Odette:
Apparently... we have an extra person among us.
Valeriy:
Are we certain that the logbook is accurate? Could someone have sneaked in without buying a ticket, or something?
Odette:
Unlikely. Kulish took his duties very seriously. I've rarely seen any errors in his work.
Odette:
Not to mention that this was a dress rehearsal, meaning smaller audience numbers and tighter ticket restrictions than usual. Everything would have been well within his control.
Valeriy:
Hmm... We no longer have our tickets with us, do we? They got collected on entry. I assume there's no way we can check them again?
Odette:
Unfortunately not. The theater recycles tickets. Once people are in the door, they don't tend to leave until the show ends, so we collect the tickets at the point of entry.
Odette:
Mm. Still... I'm inclined to believe that this discrepancy in the headcount is significant somehow.
Valeriy:
Did an extra person just materialize out of thin air...?
Investigate the available clues in the theater
Traveler:
Tonia? Did you find anything?
Tonia:
Not yet. Still looking. So, are we, um... are we supposed to be looking for something paranormal...? I—I think I'd prefer teaming up with you than looking around on my own...
Traveler:
This looks like... somebody's notebook. Shall we read it together?
Tonia:
Umm... Well, it doesn't look scary or anything.... so, I guess it should be fine...
Tonia:
...Alright. Let's read it together.
Traveler:
(Huh. This has to be Vodyanitsa's writing, surely...)
Tonia:
Hmm... Maybe it's a little rude for us to peek at this. I feel like I just read someone's secret diary by accident...
Tonia:
It sounds like she's writing this for her parents, right? I don't understand — why put this stuff in a notebook instead of mailing it in a letter?
Vodyanitsa:
Because her Water Imp parents belonged to the aristocracy, who were driven out of Snezhnaya by the Tsaritsa long ago. And now they live somewhere new, where the postman can't get to.
Tonia:
We're sorry!
Vodyanitsa:
It's fine. My fault for not storing it properly. I can't leave things lying around and expect them to get ignored when everyone's scouring the place for clues.
Vodyanitsa:
Alright, gimme my notebook back. I'll take over the investigation in this room.
Vodyanitsa:
Aaaaaaah! How did I forget about this!? Oh no, not this page... Oh god, and this one... Oh, my... WHY AM I SO EMBARRASSING!?
Vodyanitsa:
Aaaaaaaaaaah!
Return to the theater's main hall and assemble
Mitya:
...If we take all this together, it's not impossible, is it? If anything, it's the natural conclusion.
Valeriy:
I beg to differ. This sounds to me like the product of a researcher's vivid imagination... Perhaps it's because I'm still viewing this through the lens of a typical murder investigation, but still. I'm struggling to be persuaded by your theory.
Mitya:
*sigh*... Does it really sound that far-fetched? Alright, well, let's treat that as speculation for now. I do agree with what you've said, so let's go with your idea for now.
Valeriy:
Good. Okay, now that we finally have some meaningful leads, I think it's time to reconvene. Let's get the others.
Everyone gathers back on the stage and shares the information they've found...
Valeriy:
...So, that's about everything we've discovered so far.
Valeriy:
I'll share my theory first. Based on what we've learned from the logbook, I believe the extra person among us is most likely the killer.
Valeriy:
If the killer had simply bought a ticket, it would have greatly increased the risk of their identity being exposed.
Valeriy:
I expect he or she either hid in the theater ahead of time, or found a way to slip past the ticket inspection. They then blended in with the group and waited for an opportunity to strike.
Vodyanitsa:
What about the note found in the investigation report? Any thoughts on how that fits in?
Valeriy:
The killer may simply have planted it there as some sort of sick joke. I've seen my fair share of psychopathic killers. They love playing cryptic mind games.
Vodyanitsa:
So it has nothing to do with the haunting of the theater after all...
Shram:
This theory makes sense to me. If we have an audience member unaccounted for, chances are they didn't come here to watch the show.
Traveler:
(Could it really be that simple?)
Chugunov:
So in other words, all we have to do is find out who got in here without a ticket, and all our problems will be solved?
Chugunov:
Then let me make one thing clear: All the theater staff should be well aware that I came here for the rehearsal legitimately, yes? There's no way I'm the one who didn't have a ticket.
Vodyanitsa:
It's true. I hear you used every trick in the book to get a hold of that ticket, too. Everything short of throwing a temper tantrum and rolling around on the floor at the entrance.
Chugunov:
I... I most certainly did not degrade myself in such a way!
Vodyanitsa:
Probably a stupid question, but I might as well ask... Did anyone here get in without having their ticket checked?
Crowd:
...
Vodyanitsa:
Heh. Guess it was naive of me to expect them to just admit to it...
Mitya:
Especially after the unprompted Lelek reveal. Once was already a miracle, twice would be unfathomable.
Analyze the clues you currently have
Traveler:
Mr. Shram... did you really go through the ticket inspection to get in here?
Shram:
Huh? Me? Why am I being singled out, my friend? Do I seem that suspicious?
Alyosha:
It's not that you stand out as suspicious. More that everyone else has been ruled out as trustworthy.
Shram:
Okay... Well, we've spent the best part of two days together now, so I'm sure you all can tell what kind of person I am. I'm a true gentleman. I'd never dream of doing something like sneaking into the theater without a ticket.
Vodyanitsa:
Yeah, I have no doubt that you're a good person. But the problem is... none of us here actually know you, so no one can say for sure that you are who you claim to be...
Vodyanitsa:
Although actually... What was it you said last night...? Yeah, you're friends with that Water Imp, which is why you understand our primary mode of expression.
Vodyanitsa:
Last time I checked, there were barely any of us remaining in Snezhnaya, since most of the Water Imps left. Could you tell me a little bit more about your friend? There's a good chance I actually know her.
Vodyanitsa:
...And I suppose it's also kind of a way for everyone else to get to know you a little better.
Shram:
Ah... I, uh... hahahaha... umm...
Chugunov:
Good grief... Are you blushing? Pull yourself together, man. Stop giggling like a teenage boy, it's revolting...
Shram:
Hey, "revolting" is a little strong! ...Alright, fine, I'll admit it. That Water Imp "friend" of mine... the truth is, we're dating.
Shram:
I was just a bodyguard hired by her family, but the stars must have aligned, because sparks began to fly between me and their daughter... Hahaha, never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd get so lucky.
Odette:
We don't need details. Just get to the point.
Shram:
Okay, okay. I'm just a little hesitant to reveal her name, that's all... You know how it is. These are delicate times...
Shram:
Even with me to protect her... If word gets out that she's dating a human, both the fae and human factions will give her a hard time.
Mitya:
Really? Wait, no... That can't be...
Chugunov:
Huh? Shram... What the devil are you talking about?
Shram:
Hmm? Why is everyone looking at me like that? Surely you can understand where I'm coming from...?
Vodyanitsa:
"Delicate times"...? "Factions"...?
Shram:
Uh... Yes? You know, the civil war? Last time I checked, the fae and the humans were still at each other's throats...
Valeriy:
If I'm not mistaken... the last significant civil war in Snezhnayan history was over four hundred years ago, when Her Majesty the Tsaritsa had just taken the throne and was consolidating her reign.
Shram:
...Wh—What do you mean, four hundred years ago?
Traveler:
(What's going on here? Is Shram from the past?)
Valeriy:
Alright, Mr. Mitya, you win this round. As far-fetched as it is... it appears that your theory may be correct.
Mitya:
I'm just as amazed as you are... I didn't even believe it myself, to be honest.
Alyosha:
Is someone going to explain what's going on here?
Mitya:
From the look on your face, you've figured it out too, haven't you, Traveler?
Mitya:
Yeah, the logic is clear now. The investigation report said that there would be souls stuck wandering the theater because the Ley Lines here are cut off.
Mitya:
Mr. Shram must be one such soul, who died in the theater a long time ago. In which case... that also makes him our extra person.
Mitya:
So when that note said "death is near," it must have been referring to "death" as in the deceased. People who died a long time ago.
Odette:
Someone who died a long time ago...
Mitya:
In short, there's a dead person among us. The extra person we've been searching for is a ghost from the past.
Shram:
You mean I'm a ghost? No, no, no... Don't make jokes like that, my man. There must be some mistake.
Shram:
But even if I was dead, I know for a fact I didn't kill anyone these past two nights!
Vodyanitsa:
Yeah. Even if all that's true, the report also said the souls inside the theater can't affect reality, right? They're harmless.
Mitya:
Hmm... Then, what if the problem isn't the souls at all... but the Ley Lines themselves?
Mitya:
The Ley Lines have a powerful ability to attract and devour souls. Let's say that the Ley Lines are like a "black hole," constantly seeking to engulf souls, but the souls that don't want to return are trying to avoid being sucked in...
Traveler:
(Huh... Why does this analogy sound so familiar?)
Mitya:
What happens when the "black hole" can't achieve its goal? I'm only speculating here but, but... what if it ended up swallowing innocent souls by mistake? Or intentionally taking other souls to compensate?
Valeriy:
That could explain why we weren't able to determine a cause of death. If you're right, and their souls were devoured by the Ley Lines... it does make some sense.
Vodyanitsa:
It does seem to explain a lot of the things we couldn't make sense of... Does that mean it's true?
Traveler:
(Except there's no concrete evidence. Mitya is relying on a lot of logical leaps...)
Traveler:
(Still, it seems like the best explanation we have under the circumstances...)
Odette:
Alright, so how could Shram not know that he's dead? Seems a little unlikely that he hasn't noticed anything unusual even after several days interacting with us.
Mitya:
On the contrary, it's perfectly normal for a soul to wander the theater for centuries without questioning their existence or reason for being there. It's simply what's natural for them.
Shram:
Uh... Um... Huh.
Shram:
You know what, Mr. Brainiac? I think you might actually be right after all...
Shram:
I'm trying to remember, and... Ugh... Even though my head feels like it's going to explode, I think... it's all coming back to me...
Shram:
...I was the one who didn't want to remember my own death. So I forced myself to forget.
Alyosha:
Well... I'm sure those are painful memories.
Shram:
My lady and I snuck out to go on a date one day. We bought tickets for the theater. It wasn't really my thing, but I was just happy to be together.
Shram:
All of a sudden, a group of people burst into the theater, shouting for all the Water Imps to get out... performers and audience members included.
Shram:
It was clear the conflict between humans and fae had reached a boiling point. This time, the extremists were even coming after the Water Imps who had nothing to do with the war.
Shram:
I thought I could pull one over on them, so I took off my jacket, draped it over my lady, and tried to sneak out amid the chaos...
Shram:
But I got caught. They started shouting, calling me a... a traitor to humanity.
Shram:
But I was going to do whatever it took to buy her a chance to escape, no matter how many people stood in my way. I had to, both as her bodyguard... and out of love.
Shram:
...
Chugunov:
It's alright, friend. You can stop there if you want. You don't need to dig all that up again.
Shram:
It's just... *sigh*... Even now, I'm still struggling to accept the truth. How could I... be dead?
Shram:
I'm... sorry, everyone.
Shram:
If I'd known I was a dead man walking, I wouldn't have dragged you down with me, haha. If I'm the cause of all this death, then punish me however you see fit.
Tonia:
But Mr. Shram...
Shram:
No, I refuse to be a burden. I know what I have to do. You said I've been wandering the theater for centuries, right?
Shram:
I guess it's high time I got a breath of fresh air... Out there, I mean. I'll leave this place, and take all this "death" with me. Go out on my own terms.
Valeriy:
Mr. Shram, I'm sure we can figure out a different course of action...
Shram:
My good sir, we both know I'm not supposed to be here. I should have accepted my death long ago... One way or another, this has to end. Unless you're saying this goes against another one of your military principles somehow?
Valeriy:
No, I'm speaking on a personal level this time.
Shram:
Let it go, man. ...Oh, wait, one last thing. Miss Water Imp, my... my lover — her name was Litiya. Litiya Ozerova. Do you know what happened to her?
Vodyanitsa:
Ozerova... Oh, Auntie Ozerova! That's what we all called her. I remember her as a very kind elder! She had a bunch of kids too!
Shram:
Hahaha... Ah, I'm so glad she survived. And she had lots of kids? Good. That's... good. I could hardly expect her to stay single just because of what happened to me, right? Haha...
Shram:
As long as she went on to be happy, that's all that matters. *sigh* Besides, I'm dead. My soul has been wandering around here for so long because I was worried about her. But now... I can go without regret.
Shram:
There's no need to see me off, my friends. I've enjoyed our time together over these past few days. Perhaps... we'll meet again in the next life.
Chugunov:
Take care... my man.
Tonia:
I know Mr. Shram was already dead, but... I still feel so sad.
Mitya:
Death is cruel, no matter how we might try to make sense of it...
Vodyanitsa:
So, was the conflict between fae and humans really that bad back then? I was only little, so I don't remember much. It's terrible to think that so many innocent people had their lives turned upside down...
Vodyanitsa:
Even the historical records about that time period don't say much about it.
Vodyanitsa:
All people know is that the Tsaritsa founded the Fatui, drove out most of the fae aristocracy without explanation, then used her terrifying power to suppress the humans.
Valeriy:
It seems to me like the Tsaritsa chose to make herself the enemy. She downplayed the conflict, directing whatever animosity both sides had for each other at herself instead.
Valeriy:
That's also why, despite how brutal the conflict was at the time, there hasn't been much lingering tension between humans and fae since. Things have been fairly harmonious for the past few centuries.
Vodyanitsa:
So, the Tsaritsa banished the fae... to protect the fae living in the city? She offered herself up to be hated in exchange for peace...
Valeriy:
Maybe it's not quite as bad as it sounds. I don't think Her Majesty is too concerned if mortals hate her or not, and besides, there are very few who truly do.
Vodyanitsa:
All this time, I had no idea...
Valeriy:
Alright, if Mitya's theory is correct, then I think we can consider this matter settled. Let's all take a break.
Chugunov:
*sigh* If only this blasted storm wasn't still raging on...
Return to your room to rest for now
Traveler:
(Looks like now we can just rest until the snowstorm stops...)
Traveler:
(I still can't believe Shram turned out to be a ghost who'd been in the theater for hundreds of years. To think he was dead this whole time... What a strange turn of events.)
Odette:
Knock, knock.
Traveler:
...
Odette:
Knock, knock.
Traveler:
Uh... You know the door isn't closed, right? You don't have to knock.
Odette:
Think of it as a signal then. When I'm entering someone else's room and I knock, I'm here as Odette. If I don't knock, it's Lelek.
Odette:
Thanks.
Traveler:
So, why did you come to find me? Is there something I can help with?
Odette:
Vodyanitsa said you knew about my secret identity from the start.
Odette:
But when everyone was discussing who Lelek could be, you were worried that revealing what you knew would be unfair to me, so you kept it to yourself, right?
Odette:
Yes, I'm extremely grateful for that.
Traveler:
It's nothing. I mean, you didn't hold what happened with Signora against me, so... I should thank you for that as well.
Odette:
Actually, there's something else as well... I've found myself in a situation similar to the one you were in when you helped conceal my identity.
Odette:
So I thought I'd come and ask you for advice.
Odette:
It's about Mitya...
Odette:
Before all of this, the last time I saw him... He was dead.
Traveler:
What!?
Odette:
As I'm sure you know, my goal as Lelek was to stop Project Stuzha.
Odette:
Well, when I found out the tech lead for the experiment behind Project Stuzha was Mitya, I immediately started planning to track him down and threaten him to back out.
Odette:
I often saw him around the theater, but I soon concluded that making my move there would risk exposing my identity...
Odette:
So I decided to infiltrate the Armory Palace and go directly to his lab. That way, the threat would be much more effective.
Odette:
Well... I suppose there was a bit of luck involved. But I am a Fatuus, so I already had some familiarity with the building's layout.
Odette:
But when I finally made it to his lab, Mitya seemed to be... dead.
Odette:
I checked his breathing and his pulse. He had no vital signs whatsoever. I'm certain of that.
Odette:
I thought maybe another anti-Project Stuzha activist had beaten me to it, and chosen a much more brutal method... so I made myself scarce.
Traveler:
That's why you were so on guard around Mitya that first night here.
Odette:
Yes, when I saw him sitting in the audience during the performance, I could barely contain the shock...
Odette:
To me, it was a miracle. Somehow, he'd come back from the dead... But then, the murders started happening and things got so complicated that it wasn't really at the front of my mind.
Odette:
That is, until Mitya himself said there must be a dead person among us... Then, I couldn't ignore it any longer.
Traveler:
And yet... You thought that bringing it up right away would single Mitya out, just like when everyone was suspecting Lelek.
Odette:
Exactly. I thought there could be something I was missing...
Odette:
Besides, we soon figured out that Mr. Shram was a ghost, and we knew there was only one extra person, so we thought he had to be the one.
Traveler:
But now, it seems like there's another candidate...
Traveler:
I understand why you kept it to yourself. There was so much information being thrown around during that discussion, bringing up Mitya would have just introduced more confusion.
Odette:
So, what do you think we should do?
Traveler:
Let me confirm one thing first. When was it that you found Mitya dead?
Odette:
Around a week ago. Sometime in the afternoon.
Traveler:
A week ago... That's earlier than I thought. I saw him just a few days ago at a restaurant. That definitely would have been after you found him dead.
Traveler:
He seemed completely normal to me. Chatting with Vodyanitsa, trying to avoid Valeriy...
Odette:
So he was definitely alive on that day. Huh... Well, all I can say is, I know what I saw.
Traveler:
Here's a thought. The reason we even suspected a dead person could be among us was because of the problem with the theater's Ley Lines...
Traveler:
But Mitya's death happened inside the Armory Palace. The Ley Lines affecting the theater shouldn't reach that far.
Odette:
You're right. I guess he doesn't fit the profile of the person we were searching for.
Traveler:
I think the chances of it being him are very low. Surely he can't have died for real in the Armory Palace... Unless...
Odette:
Unless what?
Traveler:
Unless he really did come back from the dead.
Odette:
...Hmm, you're right. Do you think we need to disclose this to the others?
Mitya:
Huh? What's this? A private meet-and-greet?
Odette:
...
Mitya:
Where do I line up?
Odette:
...That's not what's going on here.
Mitya:
Haha... Well, I was just making the rounds. Thought I'd try to lighten the mood a bit. Vodyanitsa's handing out food if you're hungry.
Assemble onstage
Outside, the snowstorm continues to rage, and before you know it, night falls once more.
Chugunov:
What is going on with this storm? Could it be connected to that monster that just arrived in Snezhnaya?
Valeriy:
I almost hope it is. Her Majesty the Tsaritsa left to vanquish that beast herself. We just need to wait for her triumphant return.
Chugunov:
Do you think... people still feel the cold after they die? I'm wondering about Shram... Maybe we should have given him a coat before he went out there.
Alyosha:
Death itself is cold, isn't it? I'm sure the storm will embrace him.
Vodyanitsa:
Well, I hope he has a safe journey. I'm going to miss him, I think... It's not like we can blame him for Rampana and Kulish's deaths.
Vodyanitsa:
Thinking back on it, we barely made it out alive ourselves...
Vodyanitsa:
Once we get out of here, how are we going to explain what happened to their families...?
Tonia:
*cough*... *cough*...
Chugunov:
...
Chugunov:
...Are you okay? Here, take this. I've never used it.
Tonia:
*cough*... Thanks...
Vodyanitsa:
Look who's Mr. Nice Guy all of a sudden. Is it because Tonia stood up for you this morning? At least you know how to return a favor.
Alyosha:
Yeah, without Tonia, who knows how badly he would have been hurt.
Valeriy:
*sigh*... I told you already, I never intended to resort to violence.
Chugunov:
...Bunch of rascals.
Chugunov:
Um... Little girl, I was rather surprised when you spoke up for me this morning. I didn't think I had many admirers here, so, um... Thank you.
Tonia:
Oh... No need to thank me. I said some bad stuff about you too...
Chugunov:
I've been too embarrassed to admit it, but, uh... You remind me a lot of my daughter.
Chugunov:
So kind to everyone, but never lets her old man off the hook... Unless my wife and I are having a fight. Then, she's always on my side...
Chugunov:
Especially when she was little. Every time I took her out—
Tonia:
*cough*... *cough*...
Chugunov:
Alright, easy now... How long have you had that cough, Tonia?
Tonia:
*cough*... I don't know. It's probably been a while... *cough* I'm fine.
Chugunov:
Are you taking anything for it?
Tonia:
Yeah. I'll be fine once I see my brother. He's gonna pick some Frostfairy Flower leaves and brew a tonic for me. I'll feel much better once I drink that.
Chugunov:
...
Chugunov:
I see. That's good to hear, then.
Valeriy:
We should probably discuss arrangements for tonight. Now that the deceased has left our midst, there shouldn't be any more incidents.
Valeriy:
However, out of an abundance of caution, I'll keep watch.
Odette:
Shouldn't we take shifts? I can take one if needed.
Valeriy:
No need. I managed to get a nap in earlier, so I have plenty of energy right now. After all the tension of the past few days, everyone else should just focus on getting a good night's sleep.
Traveler:
(What a long day... This whole situation turned out to be way more complicated than I expected...)
Traveler:
(But Valeriy's right. I should just try to calm down and get some rest... The last thing I want is to give myself nightmares.)
Find a way to ascertain the situation
Chugunov:
He's awake... He's awake! Get over here you big lug, and take a look!
Valeriy:
If you must call me something, call me Mr. Door. The black mist is coming. You need to go.
Chugunov:
Are you alright? Can you walk? We just got attacked by monsters on our way up. That Mr. Door fellow protected us.
Chugunov:
He just seemed to come out of nowhere. Not much of a talker, but when it comes to taking down monsters, that man doesn't hold back...
Chugunov:
Curses. The black mist is catching up to us. We need to keep going.
Talk to Chugunov
Chugunov:
I'm so exhausted... and the black mist is still rising... *sigh*...
Chugunov:
Wait, look! There's more monsters down there! Are they coming from within the black mist?
Chugunov:
No, no! They're gaining on us! Quick, keep going, or they'll be at our heels any second!
Valeriy:
...
Chugunov:
Mr. Door! What are you doing!? We need to get out of here, they're coming!
Valeriy:
Found it.
Valeriy:
This is my "door."
Chugunov:
Wh—What? You mean, you're going to stay here?
Valeriy:
I am a door. This is where my duty lies.
Traveler:
So he meant a door for closing, not for opening...
Chugunov:
No! You saved us. We can't leave you behind!
Valeriy:
You must keep going. A door can only keep things out for so long. You must make haste.
Chugunov:
But...
Chugunov:
...You're right. Let's go! We can't let Mr. Door's sacrifice be in vain!
Chugunov:
The black mist isn't moving anymore. Looks like both the monsters and Mr. Door are gone.
Chugunov:
I... I didn't just imagine all that, did I?
Chugunov:
Surely, I wasn't so scared out of my mind that I hallucinated a door as a human being?
Traveler:
No. I remember Mr. Door too.
Chugunov:
Okay, good... There's no way we both hallucinated the same thing.
Chugunov:
...Hmm? Getting sleepy? Well, looks like we're safe for now. Go ahead. Let's get some rest...
You believed that you had solved the problem, yet the deaths continue occurring. What details have you missed? What key events have you not noticed? You continu endeavoring to leave the theater alive...
Check your environment
Traveler:
(...What time is it? Is it morning? I think I had a nightmare...)
Traveler:
(I guess everyone's still asleep? These past two days have been exhausting. Valeriy's keeping watch, though, so he's probably the only one awake...)
Traveler:
(Valeriy...?)
Check on Valeriy
Narrator:
He looks as calm and composed as ever. Even now, it seems as if there is no burden he couldn't shoulder.
Narrator:
Yet around him, time seems to stand still. As if the gods, in their mercy, finally granted him a moment of respite.
Traveler:
Wake up... Everyone needs to wake up.
Mitya:
Just like the last two nights... No clear cause of death.
Mitya:
I've been a real thorn in your side, haven't I, Mr. Valeriy. Now you can rest in peace.
Mitya:
But for me... Life will be all the duller for not having to run away from you, my friend.
Odette:
How's Tonia? Is she okay?
Vodyanitsa:
I just checked on her, and it doesn't seem like anything serious. She's just exhausted from the past couple of days, and she's still recovering from her illness. We should let her sleep a bit longer.
Odette:
That means Valeriy was the only one who died last night.
Alyosha:
If Valeriy was awake and keeping watch, it would have been impossible to kill him without waking everyone else up. That much is certain.
Vodyanitsa:
This is so frustrating! Why has nothing changed since yesterday? I thought we already dealt with the dead person causing all this!
Mitya:
Actually, one thing has changed. There's only one victim this time, not two. Does that mean...
Traveler:
The number of people who die each night is equivalent to the number of dead among us. That's your theory, right?
Mitya:
Exactly. We identified Mr. Shram, and the night after he left, the death toll dropped from two to one.
Mitya:
By that logic... there must be one more dead person left among us.
Vodyanitsa:
Another one? But there was only one person unaccounted for in the ticket checks, right? The head count should match up now...
Mitya:
Having an extra person was definitely a cause for alarm, but being one person short isn't nearly as unusual. Someone could have left in the middle of the show, or made it out before the storm hit...
Traveler:
(One more dead person among us... If Mitya's theory is right, then what Odette told me seems a lot more relevant...)
Traveler:
(It's just, at the time, we had no reason to think there was more than one dead person.)
Traveler:
(*sigh*... If only we'd taken it more seriously as a possibility... Maybe this could have been avoided...)
Odette:
I'm sorry, this is my fault. I had information that could have been helpful, but I held back. I should have brought it up right away.
Traveler:
I'm partly to blame as well. I was too quick to dismiss Odette's concerns...
Vodyanitsa:
What is this about? ...What have you two been getting up to behind my back?
Mitya:
Sounds like there's some big news you've been keeping from the rest of us. Well, we're all ears.
Odette tells the group about finding Mitya dead, and your discussion yesterday.
Mitya:
I... I'm the dead person...?
Mitya:
Uh, wow... That's certainly news to me...
Traveler:
Odette and I talked about it yesterday, but we thought it just wasn't possible, so we left it at that.
Mitya:
Yeah, I don't blame you. If I'd been there, I probably would have reached the same conclusion... It just sounds too unbelievable.
Mitya:
Let me just try and verify this. I just scoured my memories, trying to think back to the afternoon Miss Odette mentioned...
Mitya:
But I honestly have no recollection of dying. That's where I'm different than Mr. Shram.
Vodyanitsa:
Hmm... Having seen Mr. Mitya a few days ago myself, I also find it hard to believe he could be the other dead person among us.
Alyosha:
Well, if it isn't Mitya, then who? Do we vote on it?
Mitya:
If you don't mind me asking, Traveler... I believe you mentioned that you know Tonia's brother? Had you ever met her before all this?
Traveler:
No, never. Wait, are you saying...
Chugunov:
Now just one minute! I know where this is going. You can't just randomly point a finger at anyone you want...
Chugunov:
You're in the hot seat, and all of a sudden you want to divert our suspicions onto somebody else?
Mitya:
Trying to pick a fight, Mr. Chugunov? Whenever you open your mouth, all you do is attack people, and I've had enough of it. If you don't want to engage in a civil discussion, you can shut up.
Chugunov:
You... little... brat!
Traveler:
(Did Mitya ask about Tonia because he suspects her?)
Traveler:
(I suppose I only identified her by her age, and nothing else. Could that mean...)
Chugunov:
I—I'm just saying, you're going around casting suspicion on people for no reason. How could Tonia be dead?
Chugunov:
I can vouch for her, if nothing else. I've seen her before. She's the sister of that... that Harbinger, isn't she? The one called "Childe."
Mitya:
Oh, really? You're telling the truth?
Traveler:
(Since being here, I don't think I ever mentioned she was Childe's sister specifically... Does Chugunov actually know her?)
Mitya:
If Chugunov can vouch for her, then it can't be Tonia either. In which case, it seems unlikely that there's another dead person among us at all...
Mitya:
...
Mitya:
Miss Odette, could you go over that afternoon with me one more time? When you found me "dead"...
Odette:
No problem.
Mitya:
Huh... No matter how hard I try, I just can't remember anything about dying. But I do remember something else...
Mitya:
Miss Vodyanitsa, during our last meal together, I told you how some of the researchers were suffering from temporary memory loss. Do you remember that?
Vodyanitsa:
Oh, yeah. You said it was hindering the progress of your experiments? You thought they were just under too much stress or something.
Mitya:
Right. And even though I don't remember "dying" that day, I'm pretty sure I experienced something like amnesia...
Mitya:
Some of my memories from that afternoon... are missing.
Odette:
Are you suggesting you're missing the memory of your...
Mitya:
Of course, how am I only just realizing this... Humans aren't necessarily aware of their own death.
Odette:
You mean, being silently assassinated? Or dying in your sleep? Situations like that?
Mitya:
The researchers' amnesia... suddenly it all makes sense...
Mitya:
I must thank you, Odette. I think your perspective just helped me reach a breakthrough on a series of issues that have been troubling me for quite some time.
Mitya:
Alright, it's decided then. I'll be the one to leave today.
Vodyanitsa:
Leave? Hey, hey, wait a minute, aren't you rushing into this? What if you're wrong? You'll pay with your life!
Chugunov:
Come on, kid... Aren't you going to fight for your life? This seems like a rash decision...
Mitya:
I have other reasons, beyond what's been discussed. In fact... thinking back...
Mitya:
I remember during Miss Odette's performance, while I was sitting in the audience stalls, a brilliant new idea for my research popped into my mind. But then, my train of thought suddenly cut off.
Mitya:
I can't remember it now at all, and I didn't take any notes... I guess that must be another instance of temporary amnesia.
Vodyanitsa:
No, no, hold on, I see where you're going with this. You're suggesting that each instance of temporary amnesia is a death, right?
Vodyanitsa:
There's a glaringly obvious flaw in that idea, no? How can one person die so many times?
Mitya:
I believe Miss Odette's account. During the period where my memory is blank, I must have been either dead or in a similar state.
Mitya:
All it would take is for the same thing to happen in the theater, and I would come under the effect of the Ley Lines in this vicinity. This increases the likelihood of me being the deceased, does it not?
Vodyanitsa:
I... But...
Mitya:
There's no evidence to suggest that anyone other than me is a candidate for the deceased. So allow me, as a scientist, to treat this as an experiment.
Mitya:
Please relax, everyone. I don't think things are as bad as they may seem. If I really am the deceased, then to leave the theater will be a relief for me.
Mitya:
If, on the other hand, I'm still alive right now — well, apparently you've all witnessed my resurrection recently anyway. Who's to say I won't return from the dead again this time?
Traveler:
(Mitya's right. This is the only thing we can try right now... I think he's deliberately downplaying the gravity of the situation, though. He probably doesn't want to burden everyone.)
Mitya:
What is a scientist, if not someone who gambles on experiment after experiment in an attempt to obtain the truth?
Mitya:
With this snowstorm, the ley line phenomenon, ghosts of the dead, and my "amnesia," we've been paralyzed by not knowing, and powerless to do anything about it. It's a terrible feeling.
Mitya:
But if I do get resurrected, you can be sure that I'll come back with the truth of all this. Just you wait.
As night falls, the theater is filled with a heavy silence. More than half of the group is gone since the first night here...
Talk to Vodyanitsa
Tonia:
Poor Mr. Mitya... I didn't even get to see him one last time...
Vodyanitsa:
Maybe it's a good thing that you weren't there to see it. It was a hard thing to watch.
Tonia:
I hate goodbyes. Why does it feel like everyone around me is slowly disappearing? Not just in here, I mean. In the outside world, too...
Vodyanitsa:
Maybe it's the realization that, at the end of life, everyone has to face it alone.
Vodyanitsa:
Come to think of it... The main reason we're still alive right now is pure luck. Each morning here, for every one of us, there's the chance that we might not wake up.
Vodyanitsa:
You could take it a step further and say that the same is true outside, too... Who can ever be 100% sure when they drift off to sleep that they'll open their eyes again in the morning?
Vodyanitsa:
If I make it out of here, I'm going to cherish every moment that I'm awake... and live without any regrets.
Traveler:
(Without regrets... hmm...)
Traveler:
(I feel like a strange sense of anxiety has been quietly growing inside me over the last two days...)
Tonia:
Are you okay? You look really glum...
Vodyanitsa:
If something's bugging you, let's talk about it. There's only a few of us left here now. After everything we've been though, what's the point in keeping things bottled up?
Traveler:
I have a travel companion named Paimon. Alyosha and Odette have met her before. She's been feeling unwell recently.
Vodyanitsa:
You're worried about her, aren't you? That makes sense. We've been trapped in here for days.
Traveler:
To be honest, I used to feel like I was just a spectator in this world, watching everything that happens from the sidelines. Maybe it's because I'm a "Descender."
Tonia:
...A "Descender"?
Traveler:
But with Paimon by my side, over time, I slowly felt my connection to this world growing stronger.
Traveler:
She loves eating, sleeping, and having fun, but she's also a great guide. It's her authenticity that makes this whole world feel more real for me.
Traveler:
Over the last few days that we've been apart, I've often caught myself wondering... What would Paimon say if she were here right now?
Traveler:
But by the time I snap out of it, the conversation has already moved on, and I'm still in my own little world.
Traveler:
I'm trying to overcome this sense of detachment, but... I really miss Paimon. I guess, in a way... she means the whole world to me.
Tonia:
I bet she misses you when you're not there as well. Maybe you're her entire world, too.
Vodyanitsa:
I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but back when the Water Imps left Snezhnograd in droves, I also felt like the whole world was suddenly empty.
Vodyanitsa:
I could be surrounded by people all smiling and having fun, and still feel completely separate from it. So I totally understand how you feel.
Vodyanitsa:
Later on I started to think... maybe accepting the fact that our loved ones won't always be with us... is something that takes a lifetime.
Vodyanitsa:
All we can do is cherish their companionship from moment to moment.
Vodyanitsa:
So, once we get out of here, you better hurry back to her side as fast as you can! You can't let your story end in regret — that's the trope I hate the most!
Traveler:
Thank you. That's exactly what I needed to hear.
Tonia:
But, Vodyanitsa... If you hate goodbyes too, why didn't you leave with your people?
Vodyanitsa:
That's just the choice I made. I used to regret it, but I don't anymore.
Vodyanitsa:
Like I said before, singing is a Water Imp's primary mode of expression. It's how we convey our emotions.
Vodyanitsa:
Our songs have echoed through this theater for hundreds of years, each one a story pieced together through moments of joy and sorrow.
Vodyanitsa:
But does a story exist without someone to read it? To me, the answer is no.
Vodyanitsa:
So I made the choice to stay. That way, there would still be someone left to sing these songs, and listen to their stories. Otherwise, they could have been lost forever.
Tonia:
Could you teach me how to understand your people's songs sometime? I wanna be able to truly hear them, like Mr. Shram.
Vodyanitsa:
Hahaha... A fan after my own heart! Thank you, Tonia. How about I sing something for you, and you tell me what you hear?
Tonia:
Okay! I'll do my best!
Vodyanitsa:
♪... ♪...
Tonia:
I've never heard that one before... I feel like I can hear a sense of... longing somehow. I wonder why that is...
Vodyanitsa:
Color me impressed, Tonia! You're a keen listener!
Vodyanitsa:
Most people can only tell if a song is happy or sad... I didn't think you'd be able to pick up on such specific details.
Tonia:
Hehe... So, what's the song about then? C'mon, tell me!
Vodyanitsa:
I've actually never performed this song in the theater before, because it has more of a ceremonial purpose for our people. It's not meant for the stage.
Vodyanitsa:
It means something like... "May those we have lost watch over us and follow this song back home in the night, so that we might be reunited once more."
Tonia:
No wonder I could hear that sense of longing. You sing it for loved ones who have passed away... I hope it reaches them.
Vodyanitsa:
It's getting late, Tonia, and you're not well. We should all turn in early. I suppose... there's no reason to keep watch tonight.
Tonia:
Okay. But, um, before I go to bed... Could you sing that song a couple more times for me, Vodyanitsa?
Vodyanitsa:
Of course! Anything for my number one fan!
Vodyanitsa:
♪... ♪...
Traveler:
(Once I get out of here, I definitely don't plan on ever coming back.)
Traveler:
(But I guess that means I'll never get to hear Vodyanitsa sing again... That's a sad thought.)
Traveler:
(Before I fall asleep, I should cherish this moment of companionship while it lasts.)
Find a way to ascertain the situation
Traveler:
(Where... am I?)
Traveler:
(It's so dark in here, and I feel kind of dizzy... Am I alone?)
Traveler:
(Huh? What was that noise...!?)
Vodyanitsa:
Return, O spirits, fulfill your oath of protection...
Traveler:
*cough*... *panting*...
Traveler:
I—I'm alive? What just happened...
Vodyanitsa:
No time for questions! Quick, over here. Turn on the switch. We need to bring back the light!
Vodyanitsa:
Alright, we're safe. That spirit just now is called "Night Prayer." The light subdues her, but she'll attack without a second thought in the dark.
Traveler:
Is... Is she a ghost?
Vodyanitsa:
Umm, sort of. I know it's hard, but you can't let this place go dark, or she'll kill you again.
Vodyanitsa:
Yup. Luckily, I was here to resurrect you, otherwise that'd have been a real bummer.
Traveler:
A bit more than a bummer, I'd say... Wait so, you have the ability to resurrect people?
Vodyanitsa:
Sure I do! I'm your guardian spirit, after all.
Vodyanitsa:
I specialize in "soul recall." Oh, it's nice to meet you, by the way.
Traveler:
Thanks... It's nice to meet you too.
Vodyanitsa:
Alright, there's no time to waste. The black mist is already catching up. We need to avoid it and Night Prayer at all costs. C'mon, let's go.
Flee the "black mist"
Vodyanitsa:
It's too dark. We're not gonna make it! C'mon, faster!
Vodyanitsa:
Traveler!
Vodyanitsa:
I won't let you die like this. Not on my watch!
Traveler:
*panting*...
Vodyanitsa:
Great, you're back.
Traveler:
Yeah, thanks to you.
Vodyanitsa:
Time for you to get out of here. Quick, before the light runs out.
Traveler:
What about you? You're not coming with me?
Vodyanitsa:
I can't. I've already been "used up".
Vodyanitsa:
A guardian spirit's skills are finite. I can only resurrect someone so many times.
Vodyanitsa:
I might not look any different, but my essence has been exhausted. Now, I will slowly start to fade away.
Vodyanitsa:
I can go no further. The black mist is where I belong. It's okay.
Traveler:
Why didn't you tell me sooner?
Vodyanitsa:
Because it wouldn't have changed anything. That knowledge would have just burdened you... And a guardian spirit's role is to protect.
Traveler:
But...
Vodyanitsa:
Go. Now, before it's too late. I already hear Night Prayer approaching.
Traveler:
...
Check your environment
Tonia:
*sobbing*... Vodyanitsa! How could this happen? Vodyanitsa!
Chugunov:
...
Alyosha:
Well, I guess there's no need to inspect the body.
Narrator:
You're beginning to grow numb to the tragic deaths that await each morning...
Narrator:
Before long, the lament of countless Water Imps seems to resound around the theater, full of deep affection and sorrow for Vodyanitsa.
Narrator:
Your emotions begin to respond in kind, leaving a heavy feeling in your chest.
Odette:
This wasn't supposed to happen... You lied to us, didn't you, Chugunov? You've been lying from the start...
Chugunov:
I...
Chugunov:
Take a long, hard look at yourself before you go around accusing other people!
Chugunov:
I suspected you on day one, Lelek, and now look where we are! By some strange coincidence, you've never been targeted? You just happen to have survived this long? No, you should be the prime suspect!
Chugunov:
And you, little hunter. Ever so content with staying on the sidelines. Yet, you were the one who stopped us from leaving from the start! Why are you trying to keep us here?
Alyosha:
Now, you're just lashing out indiscriminately. That's either a sign of anxiety or a guilty conscience.
Alyosha:
Where was all this passion and bravado before? Decided to fight until the bitter end, is that it?
Chugunov:
Is that a threat? Fine, bring it on! You think I'm afraid to die after all this? You want to kill me? Go ahead. I'd like to see you try!
Traveler:
(After all the trauma of the past few days, everyone's been pushed to the breaking point...)
Traveler:
(Valeriy and Mitya aren't here anymore. Someone else needs to step up and take charge...)
Traveler:
(But first, I need to think this through. Considering everyone left, who's the most likely candidate for the "deceased"?)
Traveler:
Identify Tonia
Traveler:
Tonia, how's Teucer been lately?
Tonia:
...Teucer?
Traveler:
Your brother, Ajax, must have mentioned me in his letters home, right? Did he say anything about a "blond Traveler"?
Tonia:
N—No... And my brother's name is Razyk, not Ajax.
Chugunov:
Tch...
Traveler:
Chugunov, looks like it's your turn to do some explaining... Yesterday, you said you could vouch for Tonia. Why did you give us a false testimony?
Odette:
I knew you were behind this, Chugunov. You've been lying through your teeth from the start.
Odette:
Everything about you is fake, down to the wife and daughter you're always talking about. Your entire "family man" persona is a charade, isn't it?
Odette:
That night, when I infiltrated your place as Lelek, I noticed you were home alone. Didn't think much of it at the time — just thought everyone else was out...
Odette:
But thinking back on it now, that doesn't seem very likely. My guess is... You live alone, don't you?
Traveler:
(Even that was a lie? But why would he lie about having a family?)
Chugunov:
...
Chugunov:
Curses... Gah, why is there no end to this blasted snowstorm!? If it would just stop... If it would just stop...
Tonia:
I... I think I remember now. I know how I ended up here. It feels like a distant memory... but at the same time, it's just like it was yesterday...
Tonia:
The reason I'm always coughing is because I got sick with Frostblight. The locals usually call it the snow cough.
Tonia:
It's not a very common illness. It's partly genetic and partly caused by the cold climate, but it can be fatal. They sent me to the hospital as soon as they found out I had it, and I spent so, so long lying there in that hospital bed...
Tonia:
After a while, I felt myself growing weaker and weaker. Nothing seemed to be working anymore — neither the treatment that the doctors were giving me, nor the medicine my brother was brewing from Frostfairy Flower leaves.
Tonia:
So one day, I told my brother that I wanted him to take me outside for once, so things could be like they used to just for one day. I wanted to meet loads of friends, experience new things...
Tonia:
He agreed. He snuck me out of the hospital, and we escaped.
Tonia:
We got to the theater, bought tickets, and went inside. Oh, it was all so exciting... I remember the show very clearly — it was amazing. But I found myself getting sleepier and sleepier...
Chugunov:
Oh, Tonia...
Tonia:
When I woke up, I couldn't find my brother anywhere, so I guessed he'd already left.
Tonia:
But there's no way he'd leave me behind. So I decided to stay here and wait for him... At the time, I figured he'd probably gone to brew some more medicine for me. I was planning to chew him out for abandoning me when he got back...
Odette:
Tonia... It sounds like by then, you'd... already...
Tonia:
Yeah, I know. I understand now — I'm... dead, aren't I? This cough, and the feeling weak, it's probably just my body's memory.
Tonia:
After all that, it turns out I can't blame my brother after all. I was the one who abandoned him...
Tonia:
I'm sorry, everyone. I've realized this much too late. It seems like death skewed my perception... and now I've dragged you all into this mess.
Traveler:
Your name probably isn't even "Tonia," is it? Didn't that ever strike you as odd over the last few days?
"Tonia":
Well, when I was little, my brother and I read a storybook, and Tonia is the name of one of the characters.
"Tonia":
When we escaped from the hospital, our family and the hospital security were looking everywhere for us.
"Tonia":
So when you first approached me and said my brother had sent you, and called me "Tonia"...
"Tonia":
I thought he must have chosen a fake name that only the two of us would know, because he was afraid of getting caught... Now, it seems like that was just wishful thinking.
Odette:
At least your memory of death isn't painful... That is a small comfort.
Odette:
Now it's your turn, Chugunov. Talk to us. I believe no lie is ever told without a reason.
Chugunov:
I... You're right, I was lying. I happened to know that the Harbinger "Childe" and his sister Tonia managed to get tickets, so I lied to you and pretended I knew them.
Chugunov:
And yes... I was lying about my family, too.
Chugunov:
The truth of the matter is... I lost them... a long time ago. I just refused to accept reality. And now I've spent the second half of my life living a lie... I'm a joke.
Chugunov:
My daughter's name was Iskra. And before you ask, yes — "Iskra" as in "Iskra Manufacturing Plant."
Chugunov:
She... she also died from the snow cough. She was just six years old. If she were still alive today, she'd be around the same age as little Tonia here...
Chugunov:
After Iskra passed, my wife couldn't bear to face those memories either, so she chose to start a new life without me.
Chugunov:
One day, when I came home from work and saw the empty room, I felt like... like I couldn't breathe. Subconsciously, I started to imagine that they were still there.
Chugunov:
I soon discovered that this was the only thing that made me feel any better, so I... I just embraced the delusion.
Alyosha:
Nothing more than a pathetic means of escapism, I know. But at least it's not a crime.
Alyosha:
So explain your "false testimony" then.
Chugunov:
The night before last, when I was chatting with Tonia, she mentioned that her brother would brew medicine for her from Frostfairy Flower leaves.
Chugunov:
Combined with her various symptoms... I suddenly understood everything, including the fact that she was deceased.
Chugunov:
The snow cough used to be an incurable illness. I would pick Frostfairy Flower leaves to brew medicine for Iskra, too. It took hours and hours on the stove...
Chugunov:
But the year after my daughter passed away, The Jester of the Fatui announced that a cure for Frostblight, also known as the snow cough, had finally been developed...
Chugunov:
...It turned out that all previous treatments were completely ineffective, no better than random concoctions.
Chugunov:
That was the final straw for me... I just couldn't take it anymore. Just one more year... one more year, and everything would have been okay!
Chugunov:
So more than anyone, I know full well that, in this day and age, no one in their right mind would still be using Frostflower leaves to brew medicine for the snow cough...
Chugunov:
Poor Miss Tonia, therefore, had to have been from an era when snow cough was still a terminal illness.
Odette:
So, you projected your daughter onto her? Even though you knew she was one of the dead?
Alyosha:
That doesn't make any sense. You knew she was already dead. What did you hope to achieve by protecting her?
Chugunov:
I just... don't believe in your crackpot theories. Nor do I approve of your actions.
Chugunov:
How can you just declare a living person dead and throw them out into that snowstorm?
Chugunov:
Mitya's gone, my good buddy Shram's gone... and now it's "Tonia's" turn, isn't it?
Chugunov:
The others I can make my peace with, but little miss "Tonia"... Here she is, standing right in front of us, alive and breathing, and fighting her own battles... yet you're quite happy to say she's dead...
Chugunov:
I just want her to live... Once this snowstorm is over, the very moment it stops, I'm going to march out that door and find someone who can fetch the very best medicine for her snow cough.
Chugunov:
I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you cast her out into the snowstorm before I have the chance to cure her!
Chugunov:
Not again, not this time! Not when the cure is right within our grasp! I'd never be able to forgive myself!
"Tonia":
Mr. Chugunov, stop. I can't let you do this.
Chugunov:
Tonia...?
"Tonia":
By the sounds of it, you've known I was dead since the night before last, right?
"Tonia":
I really liked Mr. Valeriy, Mr. Mitya, and Miss Vodyanitsa. And now they're all dead because of me.
"Tonia":
I'm not happy about that. The reality is, you've been trying to fight your own demons through me, but all you've really done is trap me inside your delusion along with you.
Chugunov:
No, listen to me, I want to save you! I do!
"Tonia":
Well, at this point, I'm quite sure that I'm dead. I don't need to be saved. The time I got to spend with all of you is more than enough for me.
"Tonia":
Despite all the bad things that kept happening, I got to meet so many interesting people and spend so many days and nights by your side.
"Tonia":
Since the day I escaped that hospital until now, this has been an adventure I never even dared to dream of.
"Tonia":
I'm very fond of you all. If it were only possible, I'd trade my soul to bring back the ones who died, if it meant things didn't have to end like this...
"Tonia":
And that's why I'm not fond of you at all, Mr. Chugunov.
Chugunov:
...I'm sorry.
"Tonia":
It's them that you owe an apology to, Sir. Not me.
"Tonia":
Well then, I suppose this is it. It's time for my adventure to end. I've caused enough trouble.
Alyosha:
You're leaving already? It's still early, don't you want to stay a little longer?
"Tonia":
No, thank you. Oh, and by the way...
Ptashka:
My name is Ptashka. It was nice meeting you all.
Odette:
Feels strange that we're only being properly introduced now that it's time to say goodbye...
Chugunov:
Ptashka...
Alyosha:
What are you doing, Chugunov? Are you crazy?
Chugunov:
Let me leave. I... I can't keep lying to myself anymore...
Odette:
In your dreams. Don't think you're getting off that easy when you had a hand in the deaths of so many people...
Odette:
The Fatui have honed quite an array of enhanced interrogation techniques since they were founded. Once we're out of here, Lelek will personally give you a taste of every last one...
The snowstorm continues, as if it will never stop. Nighttime soon falls once again...
Odette:
I think we should leave. I doubt this snowstorm is ever going to stop... For all we know, this storm might have destroyed all of Snezhnaya by now — maybe even the whole world.
Alyosha:
Wait... We finally solved the mystery of the haunted theater today. Maybe let's at least try to enjoy tonight?
Odette:
Fair enough. I don't particularly feel like dying in Chugunov's company anyway.
Chugunov:
And yet, you won't let me die first.
Odette:
Hey, Chugunov, on a serious note — if we do make it out of here, you should close down that factory of yours. A lot of people are freezing thanks to you.
Chugunov:
Is this really the time to be discussing my factory...
Chugunov:
Alright, fine. I'll shut it down. It doesn't matter to me anymore.
Knocking:
(Knock, knock, knock...)
Traveler:
!?
Odette:
Am I hearing things? Or was that a knock at the door?
Knocking:
(Knock, knock, knock...)
Odette:
There it is again... But I don't understand. The snowstorm hasn't stopped, has it?
Alyosha:
Should we open the door?
Traveler:
(Is this it? Is this nightmare finally over?)
Traveler:
(If the last few days are anything to go by, I probably shouldn't be getting my hopes up...)
Traveler:
(Whatever lies beyond that door at this moment... It could be something even more terrifying than everything we've been through so far...)
Learn about the situation from Mitya
Traveler:
...
Mitya:
Hey, everyone... I'm back.
Odette:
...How are you doing? Feeling any better?
Mitya:
Much better, thanks. Whew, it's so good to have you guys here. I was a little worried that the theater would be empty by the time I got back.
Mitya:
Let me see... Tonia and Vodyanitsa are missing, which means...
Mitya:
Vodyanitsa died last night, and then you discovered that Tonia was the other dead person. Am I right?
Chugunov:
Not Tonia. "Ptashka."
Alyosha:
First, tell us how you made it back here. Given the conditions outside, no one should be able to return alive.
Mitya:
*coughing*... You're right. The thing that got me back safely was... a song. I heard someone singing.
Mitya:
After walking into the snowstorm, my mind grew hazy. I don't know how long I walked through the storm before my mind completely slipped away...
Mitya:
Then, suddenly, I heard the sound of singing. The voice instantly brought me back to my senses, and I regained consciousness.
Mitya:
So I followed the voice, searching for the source of the singing. I searched and searched until finally, just a few moments ago... There was the entrance to the theater, right in front of me.
Traveler:
The singing...
Vodyanitsa:
I've actually never performed this song in the theater before, because it has more of a ceremonial purpose for our people. It's not meant for the stage.
Vodyanitsa:
It means something like... "May those we have lost watch over us and follow this song back home in the night, so that we might be reunited once more."
Traveler:
That must have been Vodyanitsa's requiem... Who knew it actually worked.
Odette:
That song is meant to guide the souls of the dead... Mitya, that must mean that you...
Mitya:
No kidding... Seems like I guessed right, then. This is what I've been so desperate to tell you about.
Mitya:
When I first stepped out of the theater, I was still quite lucid. My memory of it is still pretty intact...
Mitya:
I remember the outside world being completely different than what I'd expected. It was like... this was a world where only the snowstorm existed. There wasn't a trace of any humans or buildings ever having been there.
Mitya:
I don't know how else to describe it, except to say that... it just didn't seem like the real world.
Mitya:
And as for the "requiem"... If I was guided here by Vodyanitsa's song, it can only mean that I must already be dead, and this is my soul, not my body.
Mitya:
But I didn't experience a clear moment of "death" while I was out there. Nor do I feel any different now than before I walked into the snowstorm.
Odette:
You don't seem any different to me, either. In fact, this is something I've been wondering about for a while now... if souls aren't physical, shouldn't they lack tangible form?
Odette:
Both Shram and Ptashka were clearly deceased, and yet their "souls" didn't look or feel like ghosts at all. They were visible, tangible... No different than you or me.
Traveler:
(This raises a truly terrible thought... Is that really what Mitya is suggesting?)
Traveler:
Mitya, are you trying to say that... everyone in the theater has been dead from the start?
Mitya:
Yes. I think that... this is probably the afterlife.
Chugunov:
What did you say?
Mitya:
You heard me. We died in the theater — all of us did. But due to an obstruction in the theater's Ley Lines, our souls are trapped here, while an endless, infinite snowstorm rages outside.
Mitya:
It's ironic, really. All that time, we were working so hard to figure out who the deceased among us were... when the truth was, we all were deceased. The only difference being, some of us died more recently than others.
Mitya:
Do you remember that note? "Death is near"... Seems like we misunderstood what it meant after all.
Mitya:
Death was nearer than we wanted to think all along. The note simply meant that all of us were already dead.
Odette:
So all our attempts to survive, our search for the deceased... it was all for nothing?
Mitya:
Hard to say. At the very least, we helped two lost souls find clarity and go to where they belong.
Mitya:
The presence of those two is probably what caused our souls to be drawn in by the Ley Lines. In which case, the "deaths" we've awoken to over the past few days were just souls returning to the Ley Lines for good.
Chugunov:
If what you're saying is true, doesn't that make us the "lost souls" now?
Chugunov:
No wonder... This afternoon, when I was moving Vodyanitsa's body, I noticed that the other bodies in the room hadn't decayed one bit after all these days.
Mitya:
That's further proof that those aren't physical "bodies" at all, but merely our shells here in the afterlife.
Traveler:
(Am I... really dead? This doesn't feel real to me at all...)
Traveler:
(No, that's impossible. This cannot be how it all ends.)
Odette:
I still find it hard to believe that all of us are dead. How exactly did we die in the real world? None of us have any memories of dying, right?
Chugunov:
Tch... Not even knowing how we died is preposterous. Good grief... Surely there has to be some reason?
Mitya:
Exactly, it's hard to rest in peace when you don't even know how you died... It gave me lots to think about as I strode out into the snowstorm.
Mitya:
I racked my brains, trying to remember the cause of my death, the exact moment I died, the root of all this, right up until my consciousness faded...
Mitya:
Wait... Hold on, right before I lost consciousness... I think I saw something...
Traveler:
What was it?
Mitya:
I can't remember... Ugh, and I think I lost my notebook and pen...
Odette:
Mitya, your hand... is that blood on your fingers?
Mitya:
Huh? You're right, there's blood on the fingertips of my right hand... looks like it's already dried. When did that happen?
Mitya:
What the...!?
Traveler:
...!?
Mitya:
I guess... this was what I saw? I must have desperately drawn it in my own blood right before losing consciousness...
Mitya:
What's wrong? Do you recognize this symbol, Traveler?
Traveler:
It's... Ronova. The "Ruler of Death".
Everyone:
...
Traveler:
Alyosha, do you still remember that Snezhnayan folk tale you told me about?
Traveler:
It was about the Grim Reaper. When someone's about to die, he appears as an incarnation of someone familiar to guide their soul into the afterlife.
Traveler:
And as soon as you recognize his face, your life is over.
Mitya:
I heard a similar tale when I was little. You think the Grim Reaper in this story refers to the "Ruler of Death" you mentioned?
Traveler:
That's right. In which case, "death is near"... could also mean that the "Grim Reaper" is here, disguised in a familiar form.
Mitya:
Haha... "Death," "the deceased," and "the Grim Reaper." So it's a triple entendre?
Mitya:
When I first saw this note, I thought it contradicted the investigation report. But now it seems like that was the whole intention.
Odette:
So the Grim Reaper deliberately misled us... Then, we started suspecting each other and searched for the "deceased" while they hid in plain sight.
Traveler:
(By that logic, the one person most likely to be the "Grim Reaper" incarnate is...)
Traveler:
Is it you, Alyosha? You were the first to discover the investigation report, and you had plenty of time to slip the note inside to mislead us.
Alyosha:
So? Surely you can't suspect me based on that alone?
Alyosha:
What if someone else found the investigation report first, slipped the note inside, and then put it back without telling anyone?
Mitya:
There's no denying it. The note could easily have been slipped in much earlier than it was discovered...
Traveler:
That's not all. I've also noticed that, although on the surface, Valeriy, Mitya, and sometimes I were the ones taking charge of the situation...
Traveler:
Looking back now, even though you didn't say much, you were always subtly guiding everyone from the sidelines.
Alyosha:
What do you mean?
Traveler:
You were the one who emphasized how dangerous it was outside and insisted we all stay here. It was also you who suggested that we all sleep in the same place...
Traveler:
And earlier today, you tried to convince Ptashka to stay... I don't understand why, but it was out of character...
Alyosha:
So... you didn't understand my intentions, and now you're assuming the worst. Seems pretty unreasonable if you ask me.
Traveler:
(He still won't admit it? Fine. Let's see how he responds to the most damning evidence of all...)
Mitya:
The biggest question I have right now is... If the Grim Reaper is impersonating Alyosha, then where's the real Alyosha? When did they switch?
Traveler:
When all this began, right after the performance ended and the snowstorm began to pick up, no one suspected anything unusual. We just assumed we were snowed in.
Traveler:
It wasn't until we discovered the bodies the morning after that we realized something out of the ordinary was going on.
Traveler:
But it's clear now that the oddities actually started earlier than that — when Dymov walked into the snowstorm and never came back.
Mitya:
Right, so Mr. Dymov was the first victim, not Soboleva and Torgov...
Traveler:
And if we pinpoint that moment as the beginning of this incident, then one thing becomes clear:
Traveler:
...Alyosha, you are the only person who walked into the snowstorm and came back without the help of Vodyanitsa's requiem.
Mitya:
More precisely, Alyosha never came back at all. The one who came back... was the Grim Reaper.
Alyosha:
...
Alyosha?:
Not bad. Well, since you've backed me into a corner, I suppose there's no point in keeping up the act anymore.
Odette:
Alyosha...?
Mitya:
You're the "Grim Reaper"?
Ronova:
I am no such tired cliche. Mortals should address me as the "Ruler of Death."
Ronova:
Before being wiped out for good, you identified the two deceased and even sensed my presence... A commendable achievement. Far beyond what I expected.
Mitya:
I heard you can ferry souls. Those deaths each night — were they your doing?
Ronova:
Your initial conclusion was correct. Due to the existence of the two deceased, the Ley Lines yearned to reclaim those long-lost souls...
Ronova:
Every night, they devoured an equal number of souls to fill the void. This required no intervention from me — though of course, ferrying souls is indeed my authority.
Ronova:
Here, take a look.
Mitya:
What are you doing!?
Ronova:
That takes care of today's two...
Ronova:
Don't get so worked up. You are already dead, and your souls must return to the Ley Lines.
Mitya:
I know we're already dead. You murdered us, didn't you?
Ronova:
"Murdered"? No, murder is when mortals usurp my authority. Death is my jurisdiction... If I require someone to die, I need not resort to such laborious methods as murder.
Ronova:
You simply met the criteria to trigger my Curse of Death.
Traveler:
(I know about the Curse of Immortality... So there's another death-related curse, too?)
Traveler:
You cursed us? When? And why would you do such a thing?
Ronova:
So often, humans pray to me, begging to know when their death will come, and what form it will take...
Ronova:
But few people ask "why." If you must have an answer, know that death comes simply because one's time has come.
Mitya:
So you're not going to tell us the truth?
Ronova:
Hold your tongue. By all rights, you shouldn't even be allowed to speak with me.
Ronova:
Those angels from the past are to blame for their reckless renovation of the Ley Lines here. It's made my work on this occasion infuriatingly complicated.
Mitya:
"Work"? So trapping us here, making us watch our friends die... that's just another day at work for you?
Ronova:
You clearly have a lot of questions. Fine — as a reward for your remarkable accomplishments over the past few days, I shall answer a few of your inquiries, provided they aren't too unreasonable.
Ronova:
After the physical body dies, the soul must return to the Ley Lines for that person's "death" to be considered complete.
Ronova:
My work encompasses the entire process of death — including, naturally, the guiding of souls into the Ley Lines, with which you are now so familiar.
Ronova:
You must also be rather familiar with Natlan's Night Kingdom, I presume? It was I who supported the creation of the Night Kingdom. It provided a convenient means of guiding the souls of Natlan.
Ronova:
Here, too, the Ley Lines connected to the theater underwent some modifications. The angels hoped to make them capable of accommodating the souls of some special creations...
Ronova:
But this actually hindered their ability to accept ordinary souls to some degree.
Ronova:
This effect manifested itself after you died from the curse in the theater, leaving you stranded in the afterlife, unable to achieve a complete death.
Ronova:
But if souls who die from the Curse of Death fail to return to the Ley Lines within a short window of time, they will miss their chance for good...
Ronova:
Then, they will remain forever suspended between life and death, no longer subject to the authorities of either.
Mitya:
...So if you don't resolve this matter soon and see all of our souls returned to the Ley Lines, before long, we'll escape your control...
Traveler:
(Mitya is sharp. This must be what Ronova was worried might happen, and the reason she got involved to begin with.)
Traveler:
But if you have the authority to guide souls, why didn't you just show yourself and get it over with? Why hide among us in the form of Alyosha?
Ronova:
You seek to understand the mind of a god? ...Hmph, very well. I'll tell you.
Ronova:
This is a theater, and I decided I wanted to watch a show about death. That's why I encouraged you to take the events to the stage.
Ronova:
I found myself getting quite immersed. I suppose the entertainment you provided makes up for all the trouble you've caused me by being so defiant in the face of death. There, are you happy with my answer?
Mitya:
Can't say I am.
Ronova:
Really? But it fits the stereotypes you humans have about gods.
Mitya:
Just moments ago, you were complaining about how infuriatingly complicated your work here has been.
Mitya:
Work is work, I get it. There are times when it's a huge pain, but you just have to get it done, right?
Ronova:
That's a rather unique perspective for a human... You are in fact correct. There is a pain point in this case.
Ronova:
Due to the obstruction in the theater's Ley Lines, there is a hard limit on the number of souls they can receive each day, making it impossible for me to ferry all your souls at once.
Ronova:
Revealing my identity too soon would inevitably have led to futile resistance, and there was a risk that any souls who chose to run would disappear.
Ronova:
Then there was the issue of the two lost souls you called the "deceased." The way you resolved that quandary was all part of my design.
Traveler:
That's what I don't understand. If all of us were souls of the dead, what made their presence among us special?
Ronova:
For centuries, they have refused to return to the Ley Lines, exploiting the issues created by the angel civilization to resist being drawn in...
Ronova:
Centuries of obsession accumulated during this process. You may think of this obsession as the resentment of the dead, and in this quantity it was a bomb that could have detonated at any moment.
Ronova:
It reached the point where I could not afford to leave it unchecked. But the only way to fix it was to help them acknowledge their own deaths, make peace with their regrets, and willingly walk into the snowstorm...
Ronova:
Only then, with my guidance, could they finally return to the Ley Lines. Otherwise... you would not like to know what the consequences would have been.
Traveler:
I vaguely remember seeing... Ptashka, but in the most terrifying form. Was that in a dream? Is that what would have become of her if she hadn't returned to the Ley Lines?
Ronova:
I see your dreams brought you many revelations... So you see, death in fact grants wisdom to mortals. Souls connect to all things in the world and see the chain of cause and effect between them. It's nothing unusual.
Ronova:
Anyway, giving psychological counseling to lost souls is not my strong suit...
Ronova:
That is more of an angel's role. It was something I could not resolve directly using my authority, so I decided it was easier to leave the "bomb defusal" to you.
Ronova:
Meanwhile, of course, their presence caused the souls of other members of your party to return to the Ley Lines each night... From where I stand, that was killing two birds with one stone.
Ronova:
As both issues slowly resolved one another without me having to lift a finger, all I had to do was stay close by and keep the situation under control. Then use my authority to wrap things up at the end.
Ronova:
And, of course, while I was at it... I thoroughly enjoyed watching this drama, dealing with death from a mortal perspective, play out on the stage.
Mitya:
Sounds like you had it all figured out, "Grim Reaper."
Mitya:
I just did the math. You said there's a hard limit to the number of souls the Ley Lines here can receive each day. It's two, isn't it?
Ronova:
That much is obvious, even to a fool.
Traveler:
(It's time to review this whole affair. If the Ley Lines can only take in two people per day... I need to go over the deaths from these past few days again.)
Recap what happened over the last few days
Traveler:
(That covers everything. It's all clear now.)
Mitya:
Your work isn't finished yet, is it? Traveler and I are still standing here, safe and sound.
Ronova:
The Water Imp's song threw things off a little, but it is of no consequence.
Ronova:
The Ley Lines have already anchored your soul, and the first ray of light tomorrow morning will take you back. I, meanwhile, need to review my attitude towards the Water Imp race...
Traveler:
So the reunion in the night that Vodyanitsa mentioned... I suppose that was never meant to be a permanent reunion.
Ronova:
That just leaves you, Traveler. My power only allows me to temporarily separate your soul from your body. The Ley Lines of Teyvat would not accept you.
Ronova:
And your soul is firmly anchored to your body by your will...
Ronova:
For a Descender like you, who is not bound by Teyvat's rules, your death can only be brought about through the most violent of means... such as directly destroying either your body or soul.
Ronova:
I have no interest in involving myself with Descenders — for now. Although, this may change if Asmoday remains missing, or you insist on interfering with our affairs.
Mitya:
One last question, then... All our struggles and sacrifices here, they were meaningless from the very beginning, weren't they?
Ronova:
Death abides no reason. Besides, what you call "sacrifice" is merely a concept created by humanity.
Ronova:
To me, it is nothing more than a self-indulgent charade in the face of death. Mere mortals, fantasizing that their actions could reclaim something from my grasp... A truly laughable idea.
movie
You and Mitya attack the Grim Reaper, who is in disguise as Alyosha. Although your blade does strike this disguised form and wound it, the god of death departs, objective achieved. Afterward, everyone in the theater returns from the afterlife as well...
As the days and nights in the theater passed, you missed and worried for Paimon in equal measure. Yet, as you return to your dwelling, it appears an incident has happened nonetheless...
Talk to the on-site theater staff
Traveler:
How are you holding up, Odette?
Odette:
What happened to me...?
Traveler:
How much do you remember?
Odette:
Hmm? What do you mean...? Is the performance over? I can't seem to recall what happened...
Traveler:
(Has Odette already forgotten...?)
Mitya:
...
Traveler:
Mitya?
Mitya:
Hmm...? I'm sorry, I guess I spaced out there for a second. Remind me who you are...?
Traveler:
Don't you remember anything?
Mitya:
...
Mitya:
Yeah. I remember now, comrade. Looks like we guessed right.
Mitya:
Just like me when Odette found me at the Armory Palace... For some reason, everyone killed by the Ruler of Death eventually came back to life...
Mitya:
...Just with one catch: They forgot what happened while they were dead.
Traveler:
Odette and the others have already forgotten everything. Why were you able to remember this time?
Mitya:
Could... this be the reason? You said this is the Ruler of Death's symbol, right?
Traveler:
I... I don't see anything there.
Mitya:
You don't? Huh... Okay, I guess that makes sense. I carved this into my hand in the afterlife, so it's not visible in the physical world.
Mitya:
Does that mean I... carved this symbol into my soul? What an unsettling thought. Still, at least I get to remember what happened. I suppose it's a blessing in disguise.
Mitya:
What about you, though? The Ruler of Death mentioned that you're a "Descender," is that why you can remember?
Traveler:
A full explanation would get complicated very quickly, but that's essentially it.
Mitya:
Well, then. Now that it's all over, let's figure out what we've learned.
Mitya:
The first thing I notice is that everything here is precisely as we left it, right before our "deaths." This confirms that time passes differently in the afterlife than in the real world.
Traveler:
They say that right before death, time slows down and your whole life flashes before your eyes.
Mitya:
That must be how you know you have one foot in the afterlife by that point. Anyway, clearly the few days we spent in the afterlife probably only amounted to a few short minutes in the real world.
Mitya:
This also aligns with previous reports of widespread temporary memory loss among the Armory Palace personnel. Now, it seems likely that those were all brief deaths caused by the Grim Reaper's so-called "Curse of Death."
Mitya:
To those unaware of the truth, dying and coming back to life must feel similar to a short bout of catatonia.
Mitya:
This leaves me with a couple big questions. What are the conditions that trigger this so-called Curse of Death? And why are we resurrected after we die?
Traveler:
If nothing else, I think it shows that killing us wasn't her ultimate goal. We still don't know her true reasons for subjecting us to death.
Mitya:
Right. This time only got complicated because of the situation with the theater's Ley Lines — that's why she had to approach it differently. If the previous incidents of amnesia among the researchers are anything to go by, killing us is usually a pretty routine matter.
Mitya:
Come to think of it... Wasn't I about to note something down before I "died"?
Mitya:
I can't remember what it was, but... I think it was something related to my research project...
Mitya:
...
Mitya:
Sorry, Traveler, I'll get back to you later. For now, I've got to make a trip back to the Armory Palace.
Valeriy:
Sir, if I may... No one of your description has ever shown up in my investigations into Mr. Mitya's friends.
Valeriy:
Yet you two seem very familiar with each other... Could you perhaps tell me where he was in such a rush to get to?
Valeriy:
And by the way... have we ever crossed paths? Forgive the presumptuousness, but I feel a vague and indescribable sense of familiarity about you.
Traveler:
I can explain everything. Could you help me gather everyone in the theater in one place?
Everyone gathers onstage once again. But this time, you do so in the real world, without everything outside being devoured by a snowstorm.
Due to the unique properties of the theater's Ley Lines, it seems no one has completely forgotten their experiences in the afterlife.
As you recount the tale of what happened, people slowly begin to remember, as if accessing memories of a distant dream. Everyone is lost in thought...
Everyone confirms their own fate with each other, until finally today's show draws to a close.
Exit the theater
Odette:
So, Chugunov really is going to shut down the factory. I guess this theater incident actually did us some good after all.
Odette:
So, you said I promised to take you to the Armory Palace while we were in the afterlife, yes? I believe you. I think I even have a vague memory of it.
Odette:
Agreed. Let's check in on her first. The whole reason for our trip to the Armory Palace anyway is to figure out what's going on with her health.
Return to your room to check on Paimon
Traveler:
(I'm finally back. Even though a long time has passed from my perspective, as far as Paimon's concerned, I probably just went out to watch a very short show.)
Traveler:
(I should keep my emotions in check when I see Paimon again, or it'll seem weird...)
Odette:
Wait... the atmosphere here feels off.
Odette:
Shh... Stay quiet. Let's go inside and take a look.
Fatui Soldier:
...Have we still not been able to notify Childe yet? We need new orders. What if that person comes back again?
Fatui Soldier:
Ahh...
Fatui Soldier:
I'm so sorry... under the circumstances, there was really nothing we could do...
Traveler:
Tell me! What happened to Paimon?!
Fatui Soldier:
I—It, it was The Jester. He came here in person and escorted Miss Paimon away.
Fatui Soldier:
He's the director of the Fatui. His authority supersedes all others and cannot be questioned. We... There was nothing we could do...
Traveler:
The Jester!?
Odette:
How long ago did he leave, and what was Paimon's status?
Fatui Soldier:
It was about an hour ago.
Fatui Soldier:
Miss Paimon was fast asleep at the time. The Jester simply walked off with her, as if it was only natural... I assure you, he absolutely did not use any force...
Traveler:
Do you know where they went?
Fatui Soldier:
Umm...
Odette:
The Armory Palace, most likely. Lord Pierro, "The Jester," has been overseeing the experiments there lately, keeping a close eye on their progress. Everyone in the Fatui has heard about it by now.
Odette:
I'm surprised he came in person. Whatever his reason for taking Paimon, he'll most likely return to the Armory Palace first... which is exactly where we were headed anyway...
Traveler:
Then lead the way, Odette.
Odette:
Okay, let's go.
Go to the Armory Palace to search for Paimon
Odette:
It's just up ahead. Quick, let's get inside...
Traveler:
No, I'll go alone. You know I'm planning to force my way in. You're with the Fatui, so you should stay outside.
Odette:
I was hardly planning on taking you through the official channels anyway. I'm here to force my way in, just like you.
Odette:
I may be a Fatuus, but I'm also Lelek, enemy of Project Stuzha.
Odette:
Paimon's safety is paramount right now. With me around, you'll have an extra pair of hands. There might be devices inside that are easier for an insider to deal with.
Traveler:
If you say so...
Odette:
Let's go, there's no time to hesitate.
Face Ronova's "curse of death"
Traveler:
(What's going on... Wait. I remember this feeling...!)
Traveler:
(It's the Curse of Death! No, no, not now! Why is the Curse of Death striking again already?)
Traveler:
(Odette...)
Escape the "afterlife" and return to reality
Traveler:
(Is this... the afterlife again?)
Traveler:
(I need to find a way back to reality. Is that... Odette's Cor Ignis? Could that be what just woke me up...?)
Look for Paimon
Traveler:
Odette... Odette!
Traveler:
(No signs of life, but past experience says that she should be "resurrected" before too long... right?)
Traveler:
(Did Odette intentionally use her Cor Ignis to guide my soul? I feel like something similar happened in a dream I had before...)
Traveler:
(Thank you, Odette. If not for you, my soul wouldn't have found its way back to my body so quickly, and I might not have woken up so soon...)
Traveler:
(But... I'm sorry. I don't have time to protect you. I have to use the time you bought me to get Paimon back!)
Look for Paimon
You make a beeline for the Armory Palace and find the switch for Paimon's room. But just as you open the door to the room, Ronova, the Ruler of Death, makes her descent...
Traveler:
(Found her! Paimon really is here!)
Ronova:
You don't learn, do you?
Traveler:
Ronova!?
Ronova:
You've already been involved in one mass death, and now you show up at the scene of another.
Ronova:
This might've passed for a coincidence the first time, but a second time? Am I to assume you are intentionally interfering in Snezhnaya's affairs?
Traveler:
...
Ronova:
Judging by your expression, it seems that you understand little of what is going on here.
Ronova:
In that case, a word to the wise: Do not interfere in Snezhnaya's affairs.
Ronova:
A civilization that fails to learn its lesson constantly depletes its own worth. It will one day lose any reason for its existence.
Ronova:
And as a Descender, you are perfectly suited to be the lifeline to which a dying civilization might desperately cling... Consider your position carefully.
Traveler:
No advice needed. I'll make my own judgments.
Ronova:
Suit yourself. When the day of reckoning arrives, not even a Descender can hope to escape unscathed.
Ronova:
Hmph, the time for resurrection fast approaches. The mortals here are not yet worthy to behold my form, so that will be all for today...
movie
As you face off, Ronova suddenly makes mention of "retrieving" Paimon. Fortunately, The Jester suddenly appears and blocks Ronova's attack, and after that, you engage her in battle. During the fierce fight, the people temporarily killed by her "curse of death" slowly return to life. Realizing this, Ronova departs once more...
Talk to Paimon
Traveler:
I missed you, Paimon.
Paimon:
Haha, what are you talking about? We haven't even been apart for that long, have we?
Traveler:
It was... different this time.
Traveler:
You seem to be in pretty good shape.
Paimon:
Yeah, Paimon's back in tip-top condition! It's the weirdest thing — Paimon fell asleep earlier, and when she woke up, she found herself here...
Paimon:
The Jester and that guy talking to him used some kinda "energy" on Paimon, and she could kinda feel it canceling out that other thing that was making her feel unwell.
Traveler:
So, Mitya helped too?
Mitya:
Ah, apologies for leaving in such a hurry at the theater earlier. I was in a rush to verify some theories.
Mitya:
Rest assured that your companion is perfectly safe. We've reversed the effects that the experimental energy had on her. The Jester specifically instructed me to do so.
The Jester:
I suppose this is our first official meeting, Traveler. I could not let Paimon suffer in her condition for a moment longer, and so I simply took her without explanation. I hope you do not mind.
Paimon:
But... but why would a big shot like you care about what happens to Paimon...?
The Jester:
As I said when you first arrived in Snezhnaya, we once spent some time together... in the distant past.
Paimon:
Oh, yeah. You did mention that. And Paimon did think you seemed strangely familiar the first time we met...
The Jester:
I'm afraid the reminiscing will have to wait. Mitya, let us continue with the report. What conclusions, if any, did you reach from conducting the final experiment of our energy research ahead of schedule?
Mitya:
The good news is, my hypothesis regarding the Ruler of Death has been verified.
Mitya:
As for the bad news... I recommend we suspend the experiments and Project Mistilteinn until further notice. Currently, we have no means with which to make a breakthrough... I say this purely as a scientist, guided by reason alone.
The Jester:
...
The Jester:
I will trust your judgement. We shall put the project on hold... until the Ruler of Death has been eliminated.
Paimon:
Wait, wait, what are you guys talking about? You... you want to get rid of Ronova? Like, how? By killing her!?
Mitya:
By whatever means necessary, so long as it removes the threat she poses to us. Until then, everything we do will be in vain.
Mitya:
After what just happened, I've ascertained Ronova's goal... or rather, the trigger condition for the Curse of Death.
Traveler:
Okay, let's hear it.
Mitya:
What she's doing is "blocking" Snezhnaya's technological progress, preventing us from possessing any means with which to threaten the Heavenly Principles.
The Jester:
Hmph, just like the little lapdog she is...
Mitya:
So, any ideas, research, or experiments that lead to technological progress can trigger the curse.
Mitya:
Just now, for instance, I was set to launch a final-phase energy experiment ahead of schedule. If the experiment was successful, we could have achieved a crucial breakthrough...
Mitya:
As expected, though, the moment the experiment began, all the researchers, technicians, and witnesses "died" from the curse.
Mitya:
All that effort, not to mention the energy and materials we relied on Project Stuzha to gather for us... went to waste. In the end, nothing was gained.
Traveler:
Does that mean something similar happened when we were at the theater?
Mitya:
That's right. During the performance, I thought of an important breakthrough regarding the experiment, and wound up dragging everyone into this.
Mitya:
So the nature of the curse seems to be something like... when moments of technological progress occur, all life in the vicinity is taken away.
Paimon:
Wh—What a violent method...
Mitya:
Of course, that meant the curse was normally limited to the Armory Palace. Since outsiders are forbidden from entering, this mass-death phenomenon went unnoticed.
Mitya:
Until Odette came along. I believe she was the first witness. The Curse of Death was triggered just before she infiltrated the Armory Palace that day.
Paimon:
But you mentioned something about a "final-stage experiment"... Doesn't that mean you've actually made some progress?
Mitya:
That's right. Even with the gods locking certain key components out of reach, humanity can still advance technology in incremental steps accumulated over time...
Mitya:
But, as I'm sure Ronova anticipated, even incremental progress has its limits... a point where the "truth" you're seeking must be put to the test in an experiment.
Paimon:
You mean the experiment you were just about to do?
Mitya:
Yes, we were at a critical juncture, a moment where the quantitative was about to translate into fundamental, qualitative change. With this single experiment, we could have brought everything we've worked for to fruition.
Mitya:
But now, after already being forced to fumble around in the dark all this time, it feels like we've truly hit an impenetrable wall.
Mitya:
As long as Ronova's Curse of Death persists, we won't be able to advance the experiment or obtain any results...
The Jester:
And with Project Stuzha having been in effect all this time, at our nation's current strength, repeated trial and error is simply unsustainable.
The Jester:
Only by eliminating Ronova first will it be possible to continue advancing our plans.
Paimon:
But she's the Ruler of Death... She can just kill whoever she wants, right? That's gotta be the scariest power ever! Is it even possible to beat her?
Mitya:
We'll see. But, one thing's for sure. She definitely can't just do whatever she wants. The best proof of that is me... standing here, very much alive.
Paimon:
You're saying...
Mitya:
Wouldn't it be easier to just kill all of us researchers for good? Why resurrect us over and over again? Why let us advance our technology to this point?
Paimon:
So you're saying... even the Ruler of Death has limitations we don't know about?
Mitya:
Exactly, and I think that's where the key to our breakthrough lies.
The Jester:
Regardless, the "Ruler of Death" has always been an obstacle we must overcome. Indeed, we must face "Life," "Death," "Time," and "Space." After all...
The Jester:
...Our goal is the Heavenly Principles.
Paimon:
The Fatui... want to challenge the Heavenly Principles?
Traveler:
(For a long time, I've had a vague suspicion the Fatui and the Tsaritsa were targeting the Heavenly Principles...)
Traveler:
(But hearing The Jester admit it is still a shock. No wonder the Tsaritsa's goal has always been kept a secret from the people.)
Traveler:
(What kind of road will that lead Snezhnaya down...)
Mitya:
In that case... Lord Jester, I would like to request some leave. I'd like some time to organize my thoughts and go over the data.
The Jester:
Granted. Get some rest, put the experiment out of your mind, and take care that the Curse of Death doesn't affect any civilians.
Talk to The Jester and get more information
The Jester:
While there is yet time, allow me to offer you my hospitality, "honored guest" of Snezhnaya. Is there anything you wish to know?
Traveler:
About "Project Mistilteinn"...
Traveler:
I remember hearing the term "Mistilteinn" from Columbina.
Paimon:
Yeah, Paimon wanted to ask about that when the name came up just now! What is it? Paimon's heard of Project Stuzha, but not this one.
The Jester:
As you know, Project Stuzha is a series of measures enacted to consolidate our nation's resources, the greater purpose of which... is to serve Project Mistilteinn.
The Jester:
Many of the things you have encountered thus far are, essentially, for the advancement of that project.
The Jester:
This includes the Kuuvahki Experimental Design Bureau in Nod-Krai. Researching kuuvahki was merely a facade. Its core objective was to use local resources and research findings to build "Mistilteinn" itself...
Traveler:
And that's a weapon built for the final battle against the Heavenly Principles, isn't it?
Paimon:
Huh? How did you know that?
Traveler:
I was given some intel, and I made some deductions.
Paimon:
Wait... You must mean that thing over there! Oh, Paimon's gotta take a closer look at this thing. Especially after you guys sent so many people to Nod-Krai to work on it...
The Jester:
Kuuvahki alone will not break through Celestia's defenses, let alone challenge the Heavenly Principles.
The Jester:
The Heavenly Principles is no doubt accustomed to combating the power of the Light Realm. And Elemental energy is simply the power of the Human Realm, converted to that form by the Heavenly Principles themselves. Any attempt to use this power against its creator would be a futile endeavor.
The Jester:
For now, therefore, we have set our sights on the form of energy associated with the Third Descender and the Stellar Linchpins. This may hold the potential to allow Mistilteinn to contend with the Heavenly Principles.
The Jester:
You could say that by reverse engineering the Stellar Linchpins to extract the energy within, we have obtained a source of "anti-Celestia energy."
Paimon:
The Kuuvahki Experimental Design Bureau, Project Stuzha, and the new energy experiments... So Project Mistilteinn is what ties it all together.
Paimon:
And it looks like your plan is almost complete... No wonder the Ruler of Death came after you...
Traveler:
About the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya...
The Jester:
Her Majesty the Tsaritsa has embarked upon an expedition to vanquish a monster. Were it not for this, I imagine she would have been delighted to grant you an audience.
Traveler:
(Seems like the powers that be in Snezhnaya don't intend to hold my past conflicts with the Fatui against me...)
The Jester:
The harbingers have been granted significant autonomy in retrieving the Gnoses. But by the same token, they do not completely represent Snezhnaya's official stance.
Traveler:
You read my mind.
Paimon:
Speaking of the Gnoses, Paimon's been dying to ask this question since forever. Why exactly does the Tsaritsa wanna collect them? Is it something to do with the fight against the Heavenly Principles?
The Jester:
The Gnoses will undoubtedly serve as a key bargaining chip when she confronts the Heavenly Principles. Beyond that... you had best ask the Tsaritsa herself. I am not sure if this information is mine to disclose.
Paimon:
What do mean, "not sure"? Don't you make the rules? You're the highest-ranking harbinger... Ugh, never mind.
Traveler:
Taking on the Heavenly Principles is something most people wouldn't even entertain in their wildest fantasies. Why is the Tsaritsa so fixated on this?
The Jester:
In Teyvat today, "civilization" is nothing but an illusion, something whose very existence can be "negated" at any moment.
The Jester:
Our civilization may very well be destroyed in the struggle, but as things stand, the Heavenly Principles could choose to negate our existence on a passing whim, and we must not sit back and accept that fate.
The Jester:
Only by changing this state of affairs, only by overthrowing the Heavenly Principles, can our civilization truly be said to have taken root...
The Jester:
Otherwise, the fate of the people of Khaenri'ah and Hyperborea is a cycle doomed to repeat itself.
Paimon:
Accepting potential destruction... in return for getting to control your own fate...
The Jester:
Furthermore... Hm, perhaps this is still somewhat difficult for you to understand. Are you aware that all the rules of this world are made up of "curses"?
Paimon:
Huh? All of 'em? Paimon knows about the Curse of Death you mentioned, and the "Curse of Immortality" that you and Dainsleif have...
Traveler:
Then, the birth of the Hilichurls, the rules of Natlan's Ode of Resurrection... Those are curses, too? Furina's long life seems to stem from a curse placed on her by Focalors as well...
The Jester:
Yes... Even "a god's love for humanity" is a curse the Heavenly Principles inflicted upon the gods.
Paimon:
What!?
The Jester:
The Tsaritsa has always had ample reason to hate the Heavenly Principles...
The Jester:
If she can seize their authority, she will reconstruct the entire world... and when that time comes, humanity will be completely liberated from curses and lies.
The Jester:
Look forward to it. It will be a world beyond your imagination.
The Jester:
Though the ordinary people of Snezhnaya may not understand these details, in this frigid land locked in a ceaseless struggle against the environment, in this nation to which the gods have never shown favor...
The Jester:
We all believe that standing in solidarity with the Tsaritsa in our shared "struggle" will surely usher in a new and better world.
Traveler:
About your relationship with Paimon...
Paimon:
Paimon really doesn't remember! He's basically a stranger! You've gotta believe Paimon!
Traveler:
Relax. You're freaking out over nothing...
The Jester:
Allow me to explain. The reason Paimon reacted to the "Anti-Celestia Energy" developed by the Armory Palace...
The Jester:
...Is because she comes from Celestia herself. More specifically, she is one of its creations.
Paimon:
Paimon? A creation of Celestia?
Traveler:
(Oh right, I was blinded by anger earlier, but thinking back on it... Ronova also said that Paimon is a creation of Celestia, but she lacks Celestia's power or authority...)
The Jester:
As you know, the lunar fragments in Nod-Krai... were "pulled" down from the sky using Fatui technology.
The Jester:
But, the first application of this technology was in Khaenri'ah, over five hundred years ago...
The Jester:
I used this technology upon the heavens, and the response I received... was none other than Paimon, descending from Celestia.
The Jester:
I presented her to the Vinster King, but he took no interest in this gift, nor did it satisfy him.
The Jester:
Paimon then took up temporary residence in my palace until, of course, the arrival of the Cataclysm.
Paimon:
Wait... Paimon's a little confused. You're talking about things that happened in Khaenri'ah five hundred years ago! You're saying Paimon was there for that?
Traveler:
That means Paimon's at least five hundred years old...
Paimon:
But Paimon doesn't remember any of that! Falling from the sky, being given away as a gift... None of it!
The Jester:
Having lived through the Cataclysm, perhaps you, too, were burdened with some manner of curse, although losing your memories would indeed be the smallest price I have ever seen paid.
Paimon:
But it's not just her memories from Khaenri'ah... Paimon doesn't even know how she spent the last five hundred years. She only has memories from the past few years, no matter how hard she tries to remember...
Paimon:
What was Paimon like back in Khaenri'ah? Did she know a whole lot because she came from Celestia? Was she super smart?
The Jester:
Unfortunately, when you arrived in Khaenri'ah, your consciousness was like that of a newborn infant... None could say what kind of being you once were in Celestia.
The Jester:
During the time you lived in Khaenri'ah, your personality was no different from how it is now.
Paimon:
Aw, man! Paimon's plan to get her memories back and become super smart is ruined before it could even start...
Paimon:
Y'know, even though Paimon lost her memories, she still feels weirdly close to you for some reason. That must mean you took pretty good care of Paimon back then, huh!
The Jester:
...On the contrary, I completely ignored your existence. I was entirely focused on my struggle against Hroptatyr "The Wise"...
The Jester:
But now, as I see it, it is as if you are the only sane thing that survived that era of insanity, and thus, are worthy of protection.
Paimon:
Uh... Noted. Man, Paimon's gotta stop projecting friendship on everyone she meets...
Paimon:
But, um... Traveler... E—Even though you know Paimon's some "creation of Celestia" now, you still want her right? Y—You're not going to abandon her?
Paimon:
Ohh, phew. That's a relief! Paimon's just learning about this too. She's barely even processed it!
Traveler:
I don't have any more questions. Let's talk about what's next...
Traveler:
Thank you for telling me so much. I'm a bit surprised, honestly. I didn't expect you to be quite so transparent with me.
The Jester:
Given the circumstances, the Fatui need not hide anything from our allies.
Paimon:
"Allies"?
The Jester:
To advance Project Mistilteinn, we must first resolve our issue with the Ruler of Death. And, if I presume correctly... you have no intention of letting her actions go unpunished either, do you?
Traveler:
That's right. Ever since she said she intends to "reclaim" Paimon when we next meet, I figured reconciliation was out of the question.
The Jester:
Against an opponent of this caliber, deliberating over our allegiances would waste time we do not have. We must join forces unreservedly with whomever we can if we are to stand anything like a fighting chance.
Paimon:
You're going to challenge the Ruler of Death... just for Paimon? But... but Paimon's only...
Paimon:
Thank you... Thank you... Oh gee, now Paimon doesn't even know what to say! A—Anyway, Paimon's super, super touched!
The Jester:
The Tsaritsa will return in triumph in short order, and the Fatui shall hold internal discussions regarding the enemy. The time for us to meet again will come very soon.
Traveler:
Got it. Thanks for your help with Paimon. I'll be sure to look after her for you.
Paimon:
Um, there was just one another thing... Well, just a request, really. Paimon reeeally wants to see what this Mistilteinn thingy you're gonna use against the Heavenly Principles looks like!
Paimon:
Of course, Paimon knows it's top secret and stuff, but she just had to ask. It's okay if the answer's no...
The Jester:
Certainly, you may.
Paimon:
Whoa! For real!? Uh... A—Actually, maybe it's best not to...? What if Ronova suddenly pops up again? She might take this chance to—
The Jester:
While the technology is not yet fully developed, it has nevertheless reached the stage where Celestia's creations are unable to damage it. In that regard, you may rest assured.
Paimon:
Ohh... Wow, no wonder Paimon felt so out of sorts recently, even though it was super far away! Alright then, Paimon's ready to take a sneaky peek at this top-secret super weapon!
Leave the Armory Palace
Paimon:
Huh? Oh, hey there, Odette!
Odette:
Paimon? You're okay... Thank goodness. You look well, have you recovered?
Paimon:
Long story short... yep! Paimon's all better. What are you doing here? Were you waiting for us?
Odette:
That's right. When I woke up, I wanted to go in after you, but the guards had woken up as well... It would've been tough to take them on alone, and there was no easy way to sneak past them...
Odette:
...So I returned the way I came and waited for you here.
Traveler:
It was thanks to you that my soul found its way back to my body so quickly. Thank you.
Odette:
Huh. That actually worked? Nice. I just figured I'd try my luck when that ominous feeling struck me.
Odette:
Really, you should be thanking this thing instead...
Odette:
Anyway, now that things here are all taken care of, I have other things I should get back to...
After everyone leaves the theater
Factory Staff:
Ah, Director Chugunov, you're back. We just received notice that Project Stuzha has been suspended, so we've convened an emergency meeting.
Factory Staff:
This is the preliminary plan. In addition to expanding production capacity, we've also discussed feasible layoff plans to optimize revenue and expenditure structure.
Factory Staff:
Our calculations indicate that the factory's profits will increase by at least 30%! Just give the word, Director...
Chugunov:
That won't be necessary.
Chugunov:
Leave the energy for those who need it. Whether they use it just to get by or to run a business, that's up to them.
Chugunov:
Start preparing to halt production and lay off the staff. Make sure the workers are able to land on their feet and that they are duly compensated. Thank you all for your hard work during this time.
Factory Staff:
Uh... Am I hearing you right? Why? After all the tough times we made it through, now is exactly when we should start to turn a profit...
Chugunov:
I just... suddenly don't want to do this anymore. Does there have to be a reason?
Chugunov:
Iskra... It's time to rest.
Alyosha:
Dear esteemed members of the Rokot: Given the effects of Lelek's radical actions upon our organization's reputation and social stability, a decision has been made to permanently withdraw this codename from use.
Alyosha:
Considering that Lelek did what they did for the benefit of the people, the Rokot has nevertheless negotiated with the authorities, ultimately securing a waiver for all penalties due to them.
Alyosha:
Lelek will be suspended for a period of time. Depending on their future performance, they may be allowed to adopt a new codename and continue acting as part of the Rokot.
Alyosha:
The purpose of this notice is to remind everyone once again that motives and methods are equally important when one operates in the shadows.
Alyosha:
Even with Project Stuzha's suspension and our interim operational victory, we must guard against complacency and rashness and work to consolidate the progress we have made so far.
Alyosha:
"We act only for the greater glory and solidarity of our nation. May the aurora shine ever on and the tundra always stand firm."
Vodyanitsa:
"We act only for the greater glory and solidarity of our nation. May the aurora shine ever on and the tundra always stand firm."
Vodyanitsa:
Whew... Looks like it's finally over.
Alyosha:
You mean for us?
Vodyanitsa:
Just thinking out loud.
Vodyanitsa:
I've never seen the Snezhnograd Veche so lively before.
Go to Signora's tomb
Odette:
(I never once thought I'd come here...)
Odette:
(But I understand everything now, Rosalyne.)
Signora:
I've seen Spirit Seeker performed many times, including by your mother.
Odette:
...Why do you bring that up all of a sudden?
Signora:
Even though the choreography is always identical, every dancer finds a way to make it her own.
Odette:
So you actually want to talk to me about ballet.
Signora:
I just think it would be a pity if the dance was lost to history. She didn't teach it to you, did she?
Odette:
Heh. That was an unusually subtle taunt for you.
Signora:
"We embraced one another on the snow-swept plains, melting the ruthlessness of time..."
Signora:
"But when our bodies, in pieces, are cast to the winds, what of our love will remain behind?"
Odette:
...
Odette:
Don't tell me you can't sing?
Signora:
Shush.
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This is a story about Cor Ignis, about Signora, and about memories and forgetting... But in the end, Odette chose to accept everything and move on.
Take a walk around with Paimon
Paimon:
Ahh, fresh air at last! Paimon's head isn't spinning anymore, and the fever's all gone. Paimon's finally free to fly again...
Paimon:
It's nice to finally know where Paimon came from, too. It did make Paimon a little nervous at first, but it's such a relief now.
Paimon:
Like, who cares if Paimon's a "creation of Celestia"? She's probably not anyone that important. Probably just... "the fairy of food and fun," or something...
Paimon:
And like you said, this doesn't have to change anything between us. You're not gonna just... Hey, hurry up! Why are you walking so slowly?
Traveler:
You've spent the last few days lying in bed and stuffing your face. I didn't think you'd be able to fly this fast.
Paimon:
Says who!? Paimon's as agile as ever! They don't call her "White Floaty" for nothing!
Paimon:
Paimon originally wanted to check out the bookstores in Snezhnograd, but she's more in the mood for flying around right now, so let's save that for later...
Paimon:
Wait, they've got light novels from Yae Publishing House here too... Huh? And this is Paimon's favorite mystery story from Fontaine! Wow, it got a sequel!
Paimon:
The local Snezhnayan books look pretty interesting too, but also kinda heavy... Not the easiest things to lug around...
Traveler:
I thought you were in the mood for flying around?
Paimon:
Paimon can read while she flies!
Paimon:
Hey, look at these two dolls. Which do you like better, Traveler?
Paimon:
Hehe, alright! Boss, we'll take both! Paimon will have the other one.
Traveler:
Oh, I thought we were only getting one... Alright, fine, I'll pay.
Blyushko:
There you are. Thanks for visiting.
Paimon:
Paimon will grab this, and then... Huh?
Paimon:
Huh'?
Paimon:
HUH???
Traveler:
Pfft...
Paimon:
How many layers does this thing have!? ...And what are you laughing at? Hmph, you knew all along, didn't you?
Paimon:
A whole bunch of people are gathered over by the plaza... Hey, look, that looks like Tartaglia! Hey, Tartaglia!
Childe:
I know that voice... Haha, of course — if it isn't Paimon and my old comrade. You're looking well, Paimon. All better?
Paimon:
Yeah! The Jester knew what was wrong and fixed Paimon right up! Hehe, thanks for sending someone to keep Paimon safe, too!
Childe:
Oh, yeah... About that. That was... kind of embarrassing. Who could've known that our director would go looking for you in person? So sorry for the misunderstanding.
Childe:
Oh, right, lemme introduce you. This is my little sister, Tonia.
Paimon:
Hello, Tonia!
Tonia:
Hello, hello! Firstly, I'm really sorry about my brother. Sounds like he's caused you no end of trouble.
Childe:
Haha, hey now, why'd you have to start with that... Not that it isn't true, of course.
Traveler:
(So she's the real Tonia...)
Childe:
She said you two didn't manage to meet up at the theater. She waited ages for me, and when I didn't show, she got a little worried and went outside.
Tonia:
I know, right!? He didn't bother to say a word to me! I searched up and down the city for him, and he only told me about it when I finally caught him at the gates of Glupov.
Childe:
I've been rushed off my feet lately, so I didn't get the chance to go home... I just figured Traveler would fill you in when he got there.
Tonia:
Hmph! Well, the snow was bad, and you're never late, so I was really worried about you! How was I supposed to know that you'd stood me up...
Childe:
I'm sorry, Tonia, I really am. I'll make it up to you somehow. Just... please don't tell Mom and Dad.
Traveler:
(Although the mixup led to a series of misunderstandings, it's probably for the best that the real Tonia didn't get caught up in that mess.)
Traveler:
(Besides, it's obvious that Tartaglia isn't usually one to break a promise. He only gave his ticket to me because he had to look into Lelek.)
Tonia:
Oh, it's fine. It just meant I didn't get to see the show in the end... By the way, what did you think? You were one of the first people to see it, you know!
Traveler:
I would say...
Traveler:
The best is yet to come.
Tonia:
Huh? What kinda review is that...
Paimon:
Hey, look!
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After defeating the monster threatening Snezhnaya, the Tsaritsa returns to sit upon her throne in Snezhnograd...