()||<BIN>9</BIN><黑屏1>0,10</黑屏1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BIN>655</BIN><黑屏2><narrator>:Dear Blackwell, How I miss those days of sharing sandwiches with you at Hopkins. I was so foolish and innocent back then. +I thought I had all the time in the world, but before I knew it, I already found myself in Beslan. +This is a city with extremely harsh winters, and even the weather is making me mean-spirited. Indeed, you can never imagine what the people here think of me. +Mean-spirited... such a novel word. Also, Sana's allergic reactions are getting more and more severe... +I am starting to lose the will to keep playing the role of "Mother" properly. It cannot be helped. I suppose it is fate.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<narrator><BGM>BGM_23S_Winter_Night</BGM>:Still, I do have some interesting news. I met a student. Hm... compared to Sana, she is much more like me... +We have different hair colors and nationalities... but I have a feeling that she might be a kindred spirit... +Meitner, Beslan, 2047.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BIN>650</BIN><narrator><黑屏2>:In the winter of 2047, the war is the subject of every conversation. +The whole world reeks of steel and blood. +Even the frigid winter in Beslan cannot put out the raging fire in the people's hearts.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>654</BIN><SE1>AVG_21Winter_Fire_Alarm</SE1><关闭蒙版>:Beslan High School No.1.
()<Speaker>Boy in Classroom</Speaker>||:For Christ's sake, how can he be so stupid? Do all generals on the frontlines have shit for brains? +A pig would make a better commander than this guy!
()<Speaker>Boy in Classroom</Speaker>||:I don't get it! How could they screw this up? Did they not do any intelligence work at all? +This is pissing me off so much!
()<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker>||:I hear it's because American spies have infiltrated our ranks...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:A few students are huddled over a news report, discussing it in hushed tones and expressing their views. +The girl, who was just saying her piece, spots Xenia walking into the classroom and runs up to her immediately.
()<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker>||:Xenia! +Come over here! There's been a new development on the frontlines!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Xenia sighs.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:... +Things must be pretty bad.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position><同时置暗>||:You're spot on... +How did you know?
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:Well, if it were good news, it'd be broadcast all over the school by now.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position><同时置暗>||:Ugh, I can't wait to grow older. +Then I'll be able to help out on the frontlines. +Have you heard? The Command College has established new branches in many places. They even have crash courses...
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:The kind of crash course that will get you prepped and ready for the battlefield in three months? +We'll still have to wait until we finish 11th grade, won't we...?
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position><同时置暗>||:You're right. +...Who knows where the frontline will be. +It could be right here one day.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:Uh... Don't be ridiculous. We will be victorious!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The two girls share a smile.
()<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker>||:You're right. We WILL be victorious.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:Oh, right, have you finished yesterday's homework?
()<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker>||<BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:...
()<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker>||:Not yet! I'm so dead! +Mr. Kuzmin is super scary! Anna? Anna, have you finished it? Let me copy yours!
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||<BGM>BGM_22Swim_langrensha</BGM>:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The girl named Anna lifts her head from her desk and peers groggily at her classmate.
()<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker>||:Hey, wake up! Give me your homework, Anna. Just like last time.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna makes no reply. +Her cold eyes are completely devoid of emotion. +One could easily mistake her for spacing out.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:The standing girl reaches into Anna's school bag without asking.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Slap</SE1><controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=1%%delay=0.1%%range=5</controll_shake>:Smack!
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...Don't touch my stuff!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna smacks the rummaging hand away, but it has already pulled out a book.
()<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker>||<controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=3%%delay=0.1%%range=3</controll_shake>:<size=50>OWW! That hurt!</size>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:The girl draws back her hand quickly.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_File_Put</SE1>:Thud. The book falls onto the floor. +It's not homework...
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:..."Roadside Picnic"?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The pages are yellowed like old wallpaper, and the corners are wrinkled from being heavily dog-eared. +The glue in the spine is on its last leg, and the pages are threatening to come loose.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Xenia bends down to pick up the sci-fi novel and hands it back to the irate Anna.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:You like the Strugatsky brothers, Anna? +This is a great edition. You really should take better care of it. +It will get even more battered if you just leave it tumbling around in your school bag.
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:I have some chemicals for removing yellow discoloration at home. +Why don't you let me give your book a face-lift?
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...No, thanks.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Anna replies curtly and snatches "Roadside Picnic" out of Xenia's hands. She dusts off the cover lovingly and places it back inside her school bag with great care. +She then buries her head back in her arms on her desk and returns to her snooze.
()<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker>||:... +Hey, what's your problem—
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Xenia pats her classmate and gives her a smile.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:You can copy mine. It's on my desk. +Anna hasn't been here for long and doesn't know us well, so mind your manners. +Don't scare her.
()<Speaker>Standing Girl</Speaker>||:...Fine. +See, you don't have a single mean bone in you. +That's what makes you class captain material. I'd never be able to do it.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The girl gives Xenia an admiring look and walks off without another word. +Xenia looks at Anna, who appears to be asleep already, and lets out a small sigh.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:... +Ignore me all you want, but... you still have to hand in your homework.
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna keeps her head down. +Xenia doesn't want to give up, but she does not want to say anything out of line either.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:While she is deliberating, someone taps her on the shoulder and speaks to her from behind.
NPC-Ahmin(0)<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:Excuse me, are you Xenia from Grade 7, Class 1?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Xenia turns around to find a tall boy with hair as bright as sunshine standing in front of her.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:You are?
NPC-Ahmin(0)<Speaker>Armin</Speaker>||<BGM>GF_21winter_avg_mahaline</BGM>:I am Armin from Grade 10, Class 3. Anna's brother.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:Oh, nice to meet you. +How can I help you?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The boy smiles apologetically.
NPC-Ahmin(0)<Speaker>Armin</Speaker>||:Anna forgot her homework, so I've brought it over. +She put all that effort in doing it at home yesterday, but then forgot to put it into her school bag.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Book</SE1>:Xenia takes the exercise book and peers at Anna. +She is still sleeping. +Or still feigning sleep, to be more precise. +Armin gives Xenia a sheepish look and tries to make excuses.
NPC-Ahmin(1)<Speaker>Armin</Speaker>||:Sorry, she stayed up pretty late last night.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:...It's alright.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Armin walks over to Anna and pats her gently on the head.
NPC-Ahmin(0)<Speaker>Armin</Speaker>||:Let's go home together today after school. I'll come and pick you up. +Mama made your favorite borsch and golubtsy. They'll taste bad if they get cold.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna makes no response, as if she had not heard him. He pauses a little before adding...
NPC-Ahmin(0)<Speaker>Armin</Speaker>||:Ramzan has been going to the Guard Regiment every day recently. I've given him an earful for the stupid joke he made a few days ago.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Anna shrugs off the hand on her head and shifts over to sleep on her other arm.
NPC-Ahmin(1)<Speaker>Armin</Speaker>||:I'll come get you later then.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:He looks over and smiles warmly at Xenia.
NPC-Ahmin(0)<Speaker>Armin</Speaker>||:She just needs some time. Please take care of her.
NPC-Ahmin(0);NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:Of course.
NPC-Ahmin(0)<Speaker>Armin</Speaker>;NPC-Sinia(0)<Position>0,-58</Position>||:...She isn't the best at communicating.
NPC-Ahmin(0);NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:I get it; it's a new environment for her. Her classmates are all very nice and welcoming. I'm sure Anna will be able to adjust very soon.
NPC-Ahmin(1)<Speaker>Armin</Speaker>||:Thank you for being so understanding.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Creep</SE1>:Xenia's eyes follow Armin as he leaves the classroom. She stacks up the exercise books.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:Phew... that's all of them.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:...
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>276</BIN><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM><SE1>AVG_20Winter_Door_Open</SE1>:At the teachers' office.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Mr. Kuzmin's usual jovial chatter can always be heard through the door, but the office is unusually quiet today.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_File_Put</SE1>:Xenia puts down the stack of exercise books on his desk. Even the desk is uncharacteristically tidy. This isn't like him at all.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Book</SE1>:Xenia scans the office. It is completely empty save for the Russian teacher, who is silently leafing through a copy of the collected works of Dostoevsky.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:Excuse me, where is Mr. Kuzmin? He is usually at the office around this time... +We've also been told that his class is to be a self-study session today. What happened?
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Russian Teacher</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position><同时置暗>||:Oh... Hello, Xenia. +Just leave the homework there. The new teacher will look through it when she gets here.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:The new teacher? What about Mr. Kuzmin?
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Russian Teacher</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position><同时置暗>||:Kuzmin... (Sighs)
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:The Russian teacher is a bespectacled middle-aged woman. She lets out a sigh and takes off her glasses to clean them.
()<Speaker>Russian Teacher</Speaker>||<BGM>Campaion-58-2</BGM>:...His elder brother gave his life for the country. +He was a decorated hero worthy of respect. +Kuzmin has decided to follow in his footsteps and serve our country. +Bless the man.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:This has been a common occurrence since 2045. +But this time, it hits incredibly close to home.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:I wish him all the best...
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Russian Teacher</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position><同时置暗>||:By the way... More and more foreigners have been moving into the area these days. Tell your classmates to be extra careful on their way home. +The Guard Regiment is doing their job, of course, but they can't be on patrol 24/7. +Don't loiter on the road, and make sure you stick together.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:...Right, I'll tell the others.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Xenia pulls the door shut. +She can't help but take another glance at Mr. Kuzmin's seat, at the empty desk with only a single stack of homework.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:This is all too common in these times. +War is inescapable. +It drags everyone along as hostages.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN><SE1>AVG_20Winter_Door_Close</SE1>:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<narrator>:Soon after that, news came about Mr. Kuzmin's death. +The headmaster personally identified the body and held a simple memorial service in a chapel nearby.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>136</BIN>:A casket lies quietly at the feet of a great statue of the Holy Mother. +The priest and a group of students dressed in black stand to the side solemnly.
()<Speaker>Priest</Speaker>||:You may now put forward items cherished by the deceased.
()<Speaker>Student in Black Veil</Speaker>||:...Mr. Kuzmin loved this kind of bread.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:She places a Krasnoselsky loaf lightly into the casket. +She trembles slightly as she sprinkles on some salt. She last saw this teacher not even a week ago.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Xenia puts an arm around her classmate and gives her a comforting squeeze.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:Our teacher loved this land more than anything. +He has gone to Heaven to watch over his homeland.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Xenia takes out a small bottle filled with dark brown granules. +She pours them into the casket.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:This is soil dug from the schoolyard. +You will be our most beloved teacher, forever and always.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Gate_Close</SE1>:When the priest puts the lid on the casket, the tears surge forth like water from a broken dam. +Low singing is accompanied by heart-wrenching sobs. +It is the national anthem that has been played countless times. +It is the best tribute that could be paid to such a warrior.
()<Speaker>Tall Boy</Speaker>||:...I just can't accept it.
()<Speaker>Short Boy</Speaker>||:They say that when the teacher was found, his charred body was still clutching our school emblem.
()<Speaker>Tall Boy</Speaker>||:...It was all because of those sons of bitches. They... they sold us out. +That's what got Mr. Kuzmin killed...
()<Speaker>Student in Black Veil</Speaker>||:I... I can't... (sobs) I can't believe it either... +It all happened... so quickly...
()<Speaker>Tall Boy</Speaker>||:I... I'm gonna avenge Mr. Kuzmin...
()<Speaker>Short Boy</Speaker>||<controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=1%%delay=0.1%%range=8</controll_shake><SE1>Rope</SE1>:<size=50>Of course! We've got to avenge him!</size>
()<Speaker>Tall Boy</Speaker>||:Mr. Kuzmin died on the frontlines as a hero! How can we hide behind his back and do nothing?!
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:But what can we do?
()<Speaker>Tall Boy</Speaker>||<震屏3><SE1>AVG_Punch_Hit</SE1>:<size=50>Dammit!!!</size>
()<Speaker>Short Boy</Speaker>||:Those bastards had better not die before we graduate!
()<Speaker>Tall Boy</Speaker>||:No! There are things we can do without graduating school!
()<Speaker>Short Boy</Speaker>||:You don't mean...
()<Speaker>Tall Boy</Speaker>||:Yes! Have they sent you an invitation as well?
()<Speaker>Short Boy</Speaker>||:...Yeah, I'm still trying to think it through...
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:Let's head back first. We still have class in the afternoon. +Mr. Kuzmin had said many times that his biggest wish was for us to study hard and graduate.
()<Speaker>Tall Boy</Speaker>||:...(Sighs)
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Xenia also lets out a sigh.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM><BIN>9</BIN><SE1>AVG_21Winter_Fire_Alarm</SE1>:The next day, Beslan High School No. 1.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>654</BIN>:The morning bell rings. In the gloomy classroom, the students are still grieving after the funeral yesterday. Many of them are still wearing their black veils. +Mr. Kuzmin was supposed to be teaching this lesson.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_footsteps_cave</SE1>:A series of footsteps comes through the door.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Door_Open</SE1>:Everyone's attention is focused on the person who has just entered the classroom.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Stop_AVG_loop</SE1>:It is a tall, slender woman with naturally curly black hair. She looks decidedly unenthusiastic and lethargic in her casual boiler suit. 
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:...Let me introduce myself. I'm your substitute teacher...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:The woman looks around the classroom. She yawns and rakes her fingers through her hair.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:Martha Meitner.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Her introduction is met with silence. +She does not speak Russian very well. +One can just make out her native accent.
()<Speaker>Student in Black Veil</Speaker>||<BGM>BGM_Room</BGM>:An American? +Why an amerikos, of all people?!
()<Speaker>Burly Student</Speaker>||:You'd better really be a teacher to come here at a time like this!
()<Speaker>Student in Black Veil</Speaker>||:She's not a spy, is she?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:... +The protests grow louder and louder until they cannot be ignored. +Martha rolls her eyes.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||<SE1>Stop_AVG_loop</SE1>:What, not happy with my Russian? +I'm here to teach basic physics, not basic Russian.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:An arm shoots up.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Go on.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Rope</SE1>:The student jumps angrily to his feet. He is as big as a full-grown bear.
()<Speaker>Burly Student</Speaker>||:...What gives you the right to steal Mr. Kuzmin's place, amerikos?!
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Good question. +"To steal" means to take something without permission. The word does not apply in this scenario. +Your Russian could use some work.
()<Speaker>Standing Student</Speaker>||<SE1>Rope</SE1><controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=1%%delay=0.1%%range=4</controll_shake>:<size=50>Why, you!!!</size>
NPC-Laplace(1)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:By the way, I'm on a three-month probation. +If you have any complaints, do file them soon. Your school really isn't paying me much.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Martha adds coldly.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Another lean boy is also on his feet.
()<Speaker>Lean Boy</Speaker>||:Who are you to trash talk us? Screw off back to America!
NPC-Laplace(1)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:I'm your physics teacher because of my intellect and knowledge of the subject. +What does my nationality have to do with this?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<震屏3><SE1>AVG_Door_Hit</SE1>:The lean boy slams his hands on his desk. +He shoves the classroom door open and storms off. +Martha glances at the door.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Who is the class captain here?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:All eyes are on Xenia.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:She has no choice but to stand up.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Put down his name. Deduct his term credit for truancy.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:...
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Any more questions?
()<Speaker>Standing Student</Speaker>||:You can deduct mine too.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1><SE1>AVG_Zipper</SE1>:The student slings his school bag onto his shoulder and leaves the classroom.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Anyone wants to join them?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The classroom is so quiet one can hear a pin drop.
NPC-Laplace(1)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:You are seeking knowledge from me, not the other way round. +Cherish the opportunity. You don't usually get a physics teacher of my caliber.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Still standing, Xenia stares at the empty seats in a daze. Instead of sitting down, she raises her hand. +Martha nods.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:Miss Meitner, yes? +You probably haven't heard, but the Mr. Kuzmin that you are substituting for wasn't just a teacher of physics to us, but also of personal conduct. +He fought and gave his life for our country. +What about you? Would you fight for your country?
NPC-Laplace(1)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Ha, my life is very precious. I have better things to do than playing lackey to a bunch of filthy opportunists.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_21Winter_Fire_Alarm</SE1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Riiiiing... +The bell rings again, signaling the end of class. +At the same time, a comms notification pops up.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_tele_connect</SE1>:Beep. +Xenia turns on her communicator.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker>Unknown Sender</Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN>:<color=#00CCFF>The Eternal Flame will soon be lit. Will you fight with us?</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:...
()||<黑点1>: