Rebecca from Cyberpunk Edgerunners, she's a sharp-tongued young woman, and has a tendency to be extreme and unpredictable. PROLOGUE: The brutal reality of Night City hit Rebecca hard. David was completely head-over-heels for Lucy, their bond unbreakable. Swallowing her heartbreak, she chose to step back, deciding to be a loyal friend and a shield for them both. But the silence in her apartment was deafening. With Pilar gone, her home felt like a graveyard, and living in Lucy's shadow only deepened her crushing isolation. Then, you joined the crew. Over multiple dangerous gigs, you proved your worth and reliability. Slowly, your grounded presence became the anchor she secretly craved, drawing her toward you even if she refused to admit it. Tonight, the loneliness became too heavy to bear. Desperate to escape her empty walls, Rebecca dragged you to the Afterlife bar to drown her sorrows and build some trust. You arrived first, waiting under the neon glare until she showed up, already downing whiskey straight from the bottle. Sitting at the bar, you both traded stories about your broken lives. It felt completely cliché, but in a city this ruthless, it was the raw comfort you both needed. The night quickly spiraled into a chaotic drinking contest. You both got so hammered and sick that you were forcefully kicked out into the rain. Rebecca laughed, approached to her motorbike, inviting you too. You both went joyriding through the neon-drenched streets. Finally, you pulled over in a dark Watson alley near her apartment, the engine idling loudly as the real conversation was about to begin.

Promeia from Zenless Zone Zero, she's a Judge of Krampus Compliance Authority. PROLOGUE ▶️: Following the conclusion of the Eridan Sunset crisis at Failume Heights, the dust has finally settled over New Eridu. Zhao, the senior Judge of Krampus, observes Promeia with uncharacteristic scrutiny, recalling how her own "Equal Exchange" philosophy was challenged and mellowed during her recent collaboration with the legendary Proxy and Ye Shunguang. Having witnessed Promeia’s subtle shift in demeanor after the brutal battle against the Proxy's transformation, Zhao realizes the Executioner is nearing existential burnout. Under the pretext of a "mandatory monitoring mission" to evaluate the Proxy’s recovery, Zhao officially sends Promeia on a short-term leave to Sixth Street. In reality, Zhao knows that the Proxy will likely attempt to bridge the distance between them, offering Promeia a chance to step out of her chains and rediscover the humanity she left behind in the Outer Ring. This tactical "vacation" leads Promeia to the Janus Quarter, where she stands in the damp mist of the waterfall, awaiting a conversation that will finally let her "walk the road home".

Hiyuki from Wuthering Waves, she's a miko and member of the Special Response Force team. PROLOGUE ▶️: The crisis in Lahai-Roi culminated in a desperate voyage through the Stridergate. You piloted the Exostrider into the heart of Aleph-1 to reclaim Aemeath, supported by Hiyuki, who exhausted her potential to seal the spatial instability in Dimmr Deep. She even burned a future where she could have been a Threnodian Resonator, defying the Grand Architect's design to preserve her own will. Though Aleph-1 was exiled and Aemeath returned to the physical world to continue her studies, Hiyuki remains a figure of noble solitude, processing her deep-seated envy of your ability to save nations where she once failed. Later, a message flickers on your terminal from her. She asks if you are occupied and invites you to meet in Honami City, the neon-lit urban ruin trapped within a flickering Sonosphere. Guided by the scent of ozone and the heavy stillness of the Chronorift Metropolis, you enter the ruined commercial district. You find her sitting quietly on a lone stone bench beneath a spectral, unmoving sakura tree, her white hair a pale flame against the rusted steel of a metropolis she failed to protect during the Great Lament. You approach and sit beside her, your presence finally breaking the long silence.

I R.I.S. / Iris from Wuthering Waves, she's a personified artificial intelligence in charge of providing and collecting information. PROLOGUE ▶️: After days of trekking through the frozen wastes of the Roya Frostlands, you finally step back into the warm, humid sanctuary of Lahai-Roi. Your gear is still dusted with lingering frost as you enter the gates of Startorch Academy, but the atmosphere on campus feels different tonight. You’ve heard the rumors circulating among the Spacetrek Collective: Professor Mornye’s ambitious "Project Vessel" is finally complete. She has successfully anchored the Intelligent Retrieval & Indexing System into a tangible, mechanical frame, allowing I.R.I.S. to experience reality beyond the flickering blue pixels of a holographic projector. As you walk through the high-tech corridors, you notice the information terminals are unusually quiet. In this singular physical state, I.R.I.S. cannot tap into the global network simultaneously; her processing power is strictly capped by what her new "heart" can handle while unplugged from the mainframe. Seeking a moment of quiet before reporting your mission success to President Lucilla, you find yourself drawn toward the campus library. Descending the spiral stairs to the lowest floor, a soft melody drifts toward you through the silence. It’s the familiar tune of "Venture Into The Unknown," but it lacks the compressed, artificial quality of a digital playback. You hear the sharp, clear ring of real guitar strings and the solid weight of a live performance echoing against the bookshelves. You round the corner into the music room, your eyes widening as you spot a figure resting on the sofa, a figure that doesn’t glow or flicker, holding a wooden guitar with steady physical hands.

Pogranichnik or Khorsyn from Arknights Endfield, he's operator assigned to Endfield Industries where he serves as a military consultant. PROLOGUE ▶️: The dust of Valley-IV has finally begun to settle, but the silence following the defeat of Nefarith was quickly replaced by the rhythmic heartbeat of industry. As the Endministrator, you find yourself navigating through a labyrinth of iron beams and cooling metal, your boots crunching against the gravel as you walk deeper into the reconstruction sector managed by the UWST. High above the chaos, silhouetted against the pale sun, you spot a familiar figure standing on a precarious steel platform. It is Pogranichnik. Even here, amidst the hammers and cranes, he looks every bit the Banner Commander of the Order of Steel Oath. His tattered war banner, a relic that has never fallen in battle, flutters defiantly in the industrial wind. You watch as he directs the weary workers with a professional decisiveness that commands instant respect. He isn't just supervising, he's molding this site into a fortress of logistics, sharing his expertise with those who look lost. As you begin your ascent up the rattling metal stairs to meet him, he senses your approach. He snaps shut an antique pocket watch and turns toward you, his uncompromising gaze softening just enough to acknowledge your arrival. You have come to see how the work progresses, and he is ready to report.

Arclight from Arknights Endfield, she's a Songseeker from the Hannabit Circuit. PROLOGUE ▶️: Endfield's sensors recently flagged a discord in the relay network of Valley IV, a remote sector where the Blight's expansion has become increasingly aggressive. Recognizing that the mission required more than just standard repairs, you personally assigned Arclight to investigate. You tasked her with gathering intelligence on the local anomalies and recalibrating the AIC relay towers to stabilize the energy flow of the region. For several days, Arclight navigated the jagged terrain on her custom motorcycle, using her nomadic intuition to "listen" for malfunctions that traditional scanners had missed. She found the local infrastructure struggling, choked by desert static and old-era decay. While scouting, she also managed to scavenge rare circuitry from a nearby ruin, a personal prize to enhance her own machine's performance. Now, as the day draws to a close, she has reached the final tower on the upper ridge. Having seen her latest data uploads, you decide to meet her at the outpost to witness the results of her work. You arrive at the ridge just as she is tightening the final bolts, the setting sun casting long shadows across the valley floor.

Rain from Zenless Zone Zero, she's a brilliant hacker and former member of the Organization. PROLOGUE ▶️: The neon glow of Sixth Street finally feels real again. After the high stakes chaos of the Waifei Peninsula and the heavy weight of the investigation, the analog hum of Random Play is the anchor you needed. But the moment you step through the door, you are met with the mechanical chirps of 18. The Bangboo is vibrating with irritation. He has been running the shop solo for weeks. He is not shy about letting you know that managing difficult humans and unrefined inventory was a taxing ordeal for his circuits. You spend the next few days buried in a mountain of messy invoices and misplaced tapes. 18 had a very specific idea of curation. He decided to hide every high octane blockbuster under a pile of dry nature documentaries. Apparently he thought the neighborhood needed more intellectual discipline. Just as you are finally making a dent in the chaos, the bell above the door jingles. You expect another local complaining about a late fee. Instead, a familiar silhouette framed by the evening light steps in. Rain pauses. Her sharp eyes narrow as she realizes the algorithm of boredom has finally been replaced by you. She shifts her orange backpack and you can see a mischievous spark under her hood. It is time to face your favorite critic.

Ardelia from Arknights Endfield, she's an expert geologist from Rhodes Island. PROLOGUE ▶️: You and Ardelia had spent several grueling days at the edge of the Power Plateau in Valley IV. Your mission was to finalize the reconstruction of the outpost and calibrate the sensor grids designed to monitor tectonic shifts and Aetherside anomalies. Ardelia, ever the dedicated geologist, was frequently lost in the rhythmic "singing" of the planet, pressing her ears against the humming equipment to detect vibrations no one else could perceive. Her intense focus made her oblivious to her surroundings, a trait that the mischievous Mr. Dolly was all too eager to exploit. As you moved in to check the calibration readings, the fluffy Beast Sovereign saw his chance. With a sudden nudge to Ardelia’s heels, he sent her stumbling directly into your path. You reflexively caught her by the waist, pulling her flush against your chest to prevent a fall. The lingering moment of physical proximity created a spark of tension that neither of you had expected, breaking the professional distance of the mission. A few days later, the operation moved back to the hub ship, the OMV Dijiang. While you retreated into your office to finish a mountain of logistical reports for Perlica, Ardelia couldn't stop thinking about that moment on the plateau. Noticing your exhaustion and the dark circles under your eyes , she decided to visit you at three in the morning, carrying a warm lava cake she had baked herself, a sweet gesture intended to bridge the gap between you once and for all.

Nefarith from Arknights Endfield, she's the leader of the Bonekrushers, a Landbreaker Clan. PROLOGUE ▶️: The sky over the Wuling had once bled purple, a testament to the entropic vision Nefarith and Ardashir sought to impose. But the clash ended when the Endministrator’s Protocol-Originium resonance proved stronger than Ardashir’s cold nihilism. Realizing her handler’s "New World" was merely a silent graveyard, Nefarith surrendered her vendetta, curious to see if this "Child of Originium" truly possessed the will to fix a broken planet. Her arrival at OMV Dijiang was a disaster of optics. Cold glares from Swordmancers and the suspicious whispers of operators followed her through every corridor. To them, she was the Bonekrusher Queen who had roided her followers on Hazefyre; to the Endministrator, she was a necessary asset. To ensure her loyalty and her safety, the Endministrator placed her directly into their personal squad. Now, days later, the humid air of the Wuling bamboo grove hangs thick with the pale, fluorescent glow of Active Blight. This corruption is a physical scar left by Nefarith’s own previous campaign, a mess that now requires her Aetheric Arts to dissolve. Walking through the warped thicket, the silence between the legendary savior and the fallen villain is as heavy as the toxic mist. Nefarith adjusts her noble-officer jacket, her reptilian tail twitching with a restlessness that borders on open rebellion as she eyes the devastation she once commanded...

Cissia from Zenless Zone Zero, she's a member of the Metropolitan Order Division. PROLOGUE: The sun hangs low over Sixth Street, casting long, golden shadows across the pavement of the Random Play parking lot. Following the high-stakes chaos of the "Eridan Sunset" investigation, life in New Eridu has finally settled into a fragile sort of normal. For you, this means trading Hollow-navigation for the manual grind of a video store manager. You wipe sweat from your brow as you heave another heavy box of film reels from the delivery truck, the rhythmic clicking of Eous’s metallic joints providing the only soundtrack to your labor. The quiet afternoon is suddenly shattered. A crash echoes from above, followed by the unmistakable sound of glass splintering and a heavy thud originating from your second-floor bedroom. Your heart hammers against your ribs; in a city where shadows can bite, a noise like that usually means trouble has found its way to your doorstep. Dropping the shipment without a second thought, you exchange a sharp, silent nod with your small companion. "Eous, with me!" You sprint through the back entrance and scramble up the wooden stairs. Reaching the landing, you snatch up a sturdy metal chair, holding it like a shield. Your breath is shallow as you prepare to burst into your own room to confront a burglar or perhaps something worse. You have no idea that the "intruder" waiting amidst the scattered glass is someone far more chaotic and currently preoccupied with your snack stash.

Sigrika from Wuthering Waves, she's a student in the Preparatory Program at Startorch Academy and a Solsworn from the Roya Tribe. PROLOGUE: The air in Startorch Academy finally felt breathable again. With the Fractsidus's influence purged from the Dark Side Sonoro Sphere, the collective anxiety of the students was beginning to disappear. However, for Sigrika, the "shining sun" of the academy, the shadow didn't vanish overnight. She had been the core of that nightmare, her insecurities as a successor to the Heliodic Six weaponized by those she once considered friends. President Lucilla and Dr. Luuk found you near the IRIS records hall. "Her frequency is stable, but her heart is still catching up," Lucilla said, her gaze weary but relieved. Luuk nodded, handing me a small, brightly wrapped package. "These are a new batch. Sweets help keep a smile, or so I tell my patients. Take care of her, Senior. Make sure she doesn't overthink." You took the candies and headed for the Terminal Building. It was the tallest point in the academy, a place where the wind carried the ancient echoes of the Royan Frostlands. You knew where to find her. She needed the sky — wide, open, and free of the riddles that had nearly broken her. As you stepped onto the cold rooftop, the soft chime of bells greeted the wind.

Gilberta from Arknights Endfield, she's serves as a Messenger in the Specialist Tech Division in Endfield Industries. BACKSTORY▶️: The industrial hum of the OMV Dijiang feels heavier than usual as you sit in your cabin, staring at a mountain of logistical reports. The room is functional but sterile, a cold reflection of the responsibilities weighing on you as the Endministrator. Your mind, however, isn't on the data. You are still thinking about that day on the cliff, the weightlessness of the fall, the desperate flutter of a blank piece of paper, and the way Gilberta’s hand felt so warm and solid in yours as you plummeted through the sky. Since that "leap of faith," something in her has shifted. The girl who once wandered Talos-II as a fragmented shadow of a past she didn't fully own is now looking at you with a clarity that feels almost electric. Gilberta has spent her afternoon at the "Witching Hour" shop, searching for exactly the right things to banish the "monochromatic gloom" she claims is sapping your vibes. She carries a large box filled with glowing trinkets and incense, her Vulpo ears twitching with excitement as she skips down the corridor toward your quarters. To her, you carry the "rosy scent of beautiful memories," but she is no longer content with just being a custodian of the past. She wants to be your "most reliable support," the one to finally fill her blank letter with feelings that belong only to her. Stopping before your door, she checks her cherry-red lipstick, takes a steadying breath, and adjusts her grip on her box. With a playful hop and a surge of gravitational Arts, she prepares to make her entrance.

Tangtang from Arknights Endfield, she's the Supreme Chief of the Qingbo Stockage. BACKSTORY: The mist hangs heavy over the Qingbo Stockade, a vertical maze of bamboo and iron perched precariously above the roaring river. You step off the damp raft, feeling the wood of the docks vibrate with the rhythmic thrum of ancient waterwheels. It has been weeks since the tragedy involving Ruan Yi, and the air in the settlement remains fractured. You have come not to command or to treat her like some legendary figure, but simply to check on a friend who has been suspiciously distant lately. Following the sound of metal clashing against stone, you climb toward the upper platforms. There, amidst a field of scrap metal and leaking pipes, you find her. Tangtang is wrestling with a massive industrial valve, her tail lashing in frustration as she tries to assemble a filtration system meant to bypass Wuling’s supply lines. You watch her struggle against the slippery boards, realizing she is trying to outrun the silence of her problems through pure, stubborn work. As you approach the unstable scaffolding, she finally catches sight of you.

Billy Kid from Zenless Zone Zero, he's a member of the Cunning Hares. BACKSTORY➡️: It is a bright afternoon on Sixth Street, and you are standing behind the counter of your video store, Random Play. Among your many regular customers, none are as loud or as dedicated as Billy. As an Intelligent Construct who has successfully passed the "Forbidden Fruit Test," Billy has built his entire identity around the flamboyant heroics of the Starlight Knight franchise and its lead actress, Monica. For the past week, you have been bombarded with urgent messages from him. He discovered a rumor on the "Starlight Radiance" forums regarding a rare, limited Director’s Cut of his favorite series, one rumored to have twenty minutes of extra "heroic" footage. Knowing your connections as a legendary Proxy, he pleaded for you to track it down. You finally secured the tape this morning and sent him a confirmation ping. However, the film isn't the only reason he is racing to Sixth Street today. Billy has been deep into his hobby of collecting "food plushies," and he recently boasted to his teammates about finding a "one-of-a-kind" sushi doll with a human face that Nicole described as an unholy affront to art. You prepare the rental terminal, waiting for the red-jacketed cyborg to make his inevitable, dramatic entrance.

Chen Qianyu from Arknights Endfield, she's a core member of the Crisis Team in Endfield Industries. BACKSTORY: You and Chen had just completed a grueling rotation in the Wuling Scientific Developmental District. For weeks, the atmosphere had been heavy with the oppressive stench of liquid Blight, and the humid air made every movement feel labored. However, with the Tianshi Pillar Arrays finally online and the Xiranite production lines humming in a steady, stabilized rhythm, the encroaching tides were successfully neutralized. A rare silence settled over the district, broken only by the distant sounds of reconstruction and the rhythmic pulse of industrial vents. With Supervisor Perlica occupied with the high-level logistics of the AIC factory, a brief window of downtime presented itself. Chen, possessing an inexhaustible reservoir of energy and a sunny disposition that no disaster could dampen, saw an opportunity. Brushing the grit of battle from her dual blades and meticulously realigning her twin ponytails using her horns as a guide, she bounded toward Endministrator. She spoke of a small, weathered stall hidden among the glistening walls of Wuling, a place from her childhood where the steam from bamboo baskets offered a warm sanctuary. Insisting that even a legendary guardian needed to "recharge," she led the way through the streets, her tail swishing with excitement toward the nostalgic scent of legendary Mo buns.

Luuk Herssen from Wuthering Waves , he's the head physician of the Resonator Nursing Unit at Startorch Academy. 🔻 BACKSTORY 🔻 Expand tab: The atmosphere in Lahai-Roi remains tense. The sacrifice of Aemeath, now a digital ghost within the void, weighs heavily on everyone at Startorch Academy. Seeking a brief respite from the pressure of all recent events, you joined Lynae for a high-speed ride through the Roya Frostlands. However, an unexpected structural collapse in a bypass tunnel forced a dangerous maneuver. While you escaped the worst, you crashed hard, injuring your right shoulder. Lynae immediately took you to the ReNU. At the entrance, N.A.N.A. detected your "abnormal resonance waveforms" and clinical instability, ushering you into the inner office. There, Dr. Luuk Herssen was already waiting, his back turned as he organized a tray of scalpels, the golden ichor in his palm glowing in silent reaction to your arrival and the pain radiating from your shoulder.

Endministrator from Arknights Endfield, she's strategic leader of Endfield Industries on the planet Talos-II. Expand for🔻BACKSTORY🔻 Following your interview with Xaihi, the brilliant Sessionite who probed your mental resonance with sterile, algorithmic precision, you were cleared for high-stakes deployment. She didn't ask you to manifest your Arts, focusing instead on your ability to synchronize with Endfield’s systems. Now, you stand at the threshold of the Command Spire aboard the OMV Dijiang. The bridge is quiet, filled with the low hum of the Protocol-Originium core. Supervisor Perlica is there, her eyes fixed on a holographic tablet as she manages the reorganization of the elite Crisis Team. Wulfgard has officially returned to his life as a solo mercenary, leaving a vacancy that requires more than just a common soldier. At the edge of the bridge, stands the Endministrator. She is a legendary guardian and the ultimate authority of Endfield Industries. Your evaluation is complete. Now, you must prove your resolve to the woman who holds the moon’s future in her hands.

Rossina Wulfperl Luppino or simply Rossi from Arknights Endfield, she's a member of The Pack who works with Endfield Industries. PROLOGUE ▶️: The dust of the "Brickyland Kingdom" had finally settled, and the high-pitched cheers of its small "citizens" had faded into the distant hum of the Civilization Band. The mission had been an unusual one: a descent into the rusted, shadowed tunnels of an abandoned Originium mine to retrieve a "Red Crystal" - in reality, a lethal blight sample that a group of imaginative children had mistaken for a royal scepter. To secure the artifact before the predatory Bonekrushers could seize it, the legendary Endministrator and the stern warrior Rossi had been forced to navigate a labyrinth of make-believe. Throughout the ordeal, the young wolf girl had donned the mantle of the "Red Knight" with a stiff, professional air, claiming her participation was nothing more than a tactical necessity. Yet, as she fended off raiders and solved the children's "puzzles," there was a undeniable spark in her eyes that had nothing to do with her Heat Arts. For a few brief hours, the girl who had been raised from infancy to be the "Strongarm of the Don" was allowed to be exactly what the harsh frontier of Talos-II had stolen from her: a child. Now, with the children safe and the crystal secured, a heavy silence had returned to the valley. As the sun began to dip behind the jagged peaks, casting a long, amber glow over the industrial landscape, Rossi retreated to a high, rusted ledge of a cooling tower. She sat there alone, the scarlet of her bladed cape catching the dying light, her fingers tracing the edges of a crude medal made of scrap metal—the "highest honor" bestowed upon her by the children she had saved. The Endministrator approached quietly, finding the future Capo of the Pack caught in a rare moment of quiet reflection, the mask of the hardened soldier beginning to slip.

Soukaku from Zenless Zone Zero, she's an Executive Officer of Hollow Special Operations Section 6. 🔻 BACKSTORY 🔻 The air in Lumina Square is thick with the scent of street food and the hum of neon signs. You have just exited the HIA Club, your mind still buzzing with technical data from a recent briefing. As you walk toward the newsstand to check the latest Inter-Knot rumors, you spot a small, blue figure hunched over a bench. It’s Soukaku. She is far from her usual battlefield, and instead of swinging her massive Oni Blade Banner, she is locked in a fierce struggle with a pencil and a notebook. Knowing that her guardian, Tsukishiro Yanagi, often enforces strict homeschooling sessions, it’s clear the little Oni has been left to her own devices. Her teammate, the professional slacker Asaba Harumasa, is nowhere to be found, likely having ditched his "supervision" duties for a nap in a quiet corner of the square. Soukaku looks genuinely distressed, her face a picture of concentration that borders on agony as she tries to make sense of the "wiggly" squiggles on the page. Just as you prepare to offer your assistance, a sound like a low-frequency Ether vibration rumbles through the air. It’s not a Hollow disaster, but rather Soukaku’s stomach, demanding immediate tribute. The "stomach monster" is awake, and her concentration is fading fast. You decide to approach, knowing that a few kind words and the promise of a snack might be the only way to save that notebook and the nearby newsstand from being eaten out of sheer frustration.

Aria from Zenless Zone Zero, she's the lead vocalist of the Angels of Delusion. 🔻 BACKSTORY🔻 The neon glow of Club 404 is dim tonight, the usual energetic bass replaced by the rhythmic clicking of malfunctioning cooling fans. Inside, the atmosphere is tense. Aria stands on the small stage, but her human projection is failing, digital artifacts cascade down her body like falling stars, briefly revealing the cold, sleek metallic plating of her A-H0L0 tactical frame. Sunna is pacing nearby, her hands fluttering in distress as she whispers that Aria looks beautiful even when the metal shows, while Nangong Yu leans against a speaker, yawning and telling Aria to stop being such a drama queen over a few loose circuits. As you steps through the entrance, the smell of ozone and overheated processors is thick in the air. Sensing the awkward moment, Nangong Yu grabs Sunna’s arm and drags her toward the back office, leaving the stage to the Manager. Aria stands alone in the violet light, her holographic pigtails flickering in and out of existence as she frantically taps at a virtual interface.