()||<BIN>9</BIN><黑屏1>0,10</黑屏1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BIN>9</BIN><黑屏2><BGM>BGM_stage13</BGM><SE1>AVG_Strike_Loop</SE1>:...Rumble! +A sound utterly foreign to everyday life shatters the air—endless crashing, and it's impossible to tell if it's near or far. +On both sides of the street, faces twisted in terror let out shrill, inhuman screams, like rats trapped in a cage, scattering in panic. +Nele feels as if the world itself is rapidly falling apart.
()<Speaker>Pedestrian</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_People_Panic</SE1>:<size=50>AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!</size>
()<Speaker>Pedestrian</Speaker>||:<size=50>Help! We're getting bombed!!!</size>
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Stop_AVG_loop</SE1>:A haze of unreality clouds her mind as she stands dazed at the curb, jostled again and again by the stampeding crowd. +She had stepped out of that desolate, abandoned castle only hours ago.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Rope</SE1>:Beside her, Amaris clutches her arm so tightly it almost hurts.
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:There's no time to make it to the underground shelters! We have to hide somewhere! Being out in the open is too dangerous!
NPC-Nele(6)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...Right!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Strike_Single</SE1>:Boom! Boom! +The explosions show no sign of stopping. Amaris shoves through the panicked masses, heading straight for a shop by the roadside—
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Get inside! Now!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The world sways violently. If not for Amaris' grip, Nele would have been knocked off her feet by the soundwave rushing in from every direction. +They stumble through a doorway, while flashes of terrified, contorted faces sweep past her vision.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Amaris shoves Nele under a heavy, solid wooden table.
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Stay in here! Protect your head!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Following her orders, Nele curls up under the table, hands shielding the part of her that holds her soul and memories.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:She breathes deeply and shuts her eyes...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Explo_Distance</SE1>:Boom...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_tinnitus_0</SE1><CGDelay>1</CGDelay>:Rumble...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:It feels like a century has passed before the crashing dies down, and Nele's heartbeat begins to steady.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>805</BIN><SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:She crawls out from under the table and sees Amaris standing guard close by.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:The bombing... stopped?
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:For now.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:Why was there suddenly a bombing...?
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:According to the latest intel from the Commander, Frankfurt and Moscow were both hit by surprise attacks from the Neo-Soviet rebels. +Nele... war has come.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:War—a word that feels distant. +But now that she thinks about it, she realizes it has never truly been far away.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Glancing around, Nele notices they've entered a bakery. It's small, and it's now packed with people crowding around the bread display to take shelter. +The shop is in ruins. Soft, clean loaves lie crushed across the floor, and the front window facing the street is filled with unsettling cracks. +Low sobs drift through the air; some people are trying to establish contact with the outside, while others converse with each other in hushed tones.
()<Speaker>Passer-By A</Speaker>||:...What's going on? Who's behind this?
()<Speaker>Passer-By B</Speaker>||:No idea. Signal reception is terrible. I can't even get online.
()<Speaker>Passer-By C</Speaker>||:(Sobs) I want to go home...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Fenced in by the crush of people, Nele is pressed right up against Amaris.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:She glances at the almost non-existent signal bar on her communicator and sighs. There's no hope of getting a connection.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:Amaris, has the government issued any messages or instructions? +Like... what we should do now?
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Only the usual—keep communications open, get to the underground shelters.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:...
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:We should keep observing the situation. If there's no sign of more bombing, we'll head to the nearest underground shelter. +Right now, nothing above ground is safe.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:The nearest underground shelter... The metro station?
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Yes, Johannes Gutenberg University station is close. +If we run, we'll be exposed for no more than five minutes.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Strike_Single</SE1><震屏3><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Boom! +A violent explosion erupts in the street.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Car_Crash_1</SE1>:Bam-bam-bam!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=5%%delay=0%%range=3</controll_shake><SE1>AVG_brake</SE1>:A car, flaming and out of control, barrels straight toward the bakery—
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Car_Crash</SE1><震屏3>:Crash! +In a chorus of screams, the car slams to a stop, blocking the bakery's entrance.
()<Speaker>Passer-By A</Speaker>||<BGM>10295</BGM>:Scheiße! The glass is covered in blood! The driver's badly hurt!
()<Speaker>Passer-By B</Speaker>||:...Anyone have signal? Call the police or an ambulance?
()<Speaker>Passer-By C</Speaker>||:Even if we could, no vehicle could get through... If a medical Doll were around, there might be some hope for him...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Nele crawls out from under the table and rushes over to the car. She tries to ascertain the injured driver's condition. +The driver's eyes are wide with terror; she gestures to him—
NPC-Nele(6)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:Sir, can you tell me your name?
NPC-Nele(6)<Speaker>Driver</Speaker><同时置暗>||:Uh... uh...
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:<color=#A9A9A9>His consciousness is fading; he can't form a coherent answer to my question.</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Nele can't see any obvious wounds on the driver, but his face is alarmingly pale.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:<color=#A9A9A9>Severe injuries can't be ruled out.</color>
NPC-Nele(7)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:Amaris, I need you to break the glass. I'll see if I can give him emergency aid.
NPC-Nele(7);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:... +Should I just smash it and drag him out?
NPC-Nele(7)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:No, ease him down carefully.
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:His injuries are that bad? I'll get inside and take a look.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Creep</SE1>:Amaris climbs into the car and pulls Nele in after her. +One glance at the blood staining the driver's chest makes Nele draw in a sharp breath.
NPC-Nele(7)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:Severe chest trauma... possible rib fractures. +We have to be careful moving him, but time is short—if we don't act now, even an ambulance won't make it in time...
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:... +Got it.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Broken_Glass</SE1><震屏3>:Amaris climbs over to the passenger seat, carefully breaks the window, and steps out onto the street.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Nele follows, and together they lift the driver from the car with painstaking care.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN>:
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BIN>159</BIN><黑屏2>:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The driver lies flat by the curb. His face is covered in blood and tears, making it impossible to determine his facial expressions. 
()<Speaker>Driver</Speaker>||:I... ugh...
NPC-Nele(7)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:Don't speak. I need to check your injuries.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Nele gently lifts his shirt. His abdomen and chest are a mess of mangled flesh. Several broken ribs are clearly visible.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:She pulls some gauze out of her bag but doesn't know where to start stemming the bleeding.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:He's beyond saving.
NPC-Nele(7)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:There has to be something I can do...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:She works desperately, but blood keeps gushing out of the driver's body and pooling around her feet.
()<Speaker>Driver</Speaker>||:Tha...nk... ugh... +...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The words die in his throat.
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Nele...
NPC-Nele(7)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The driver has stopped breathing.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Amaris closes his eyes mournfully.
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:His injuries were too grave. Nothing you could have done would have saved him.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Nele stares at her blood-soaked hands in a daze.
()||<白屏1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=500000%%delay=0%%range=2</controll_shake>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Heartbeat</SE1><BIN>814</BIN><白屏2>:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The crimson on her skin seems alive. It quivers in her eyes.
()<Speaker>Laplace</Speaker>||<narrator>:What's the difference between a med student and a serial killer? +Little girl, the answer is—there's no difference. +The adrenaline and endorphins bring them the same joy.
()<Speaker>Laplace</Speaker>||<narrator><白屏1>:...Knowledge is a curse. +...Talent is a curse. +One day, you'll admit... what you inherited from me is what you've been pursuing your whole life...
()<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||<白屏2><BIN>159</BIN><controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=1%%delay=0%%range=2</controll_shake>:We can't deal with the body right now. Let's find his ID and try to find his family through the database.
()<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:We probably can't reach them since comms are down, but we can send an email.
()<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Nele? Nele!
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||<BGM>BGM_ev2412_tranquility</BGM>:Are you okay, Nele?
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:...
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Nele?
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...Amaris...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AirRaidWarning</SE1>:Woooo— The air raid siren starts wailing again.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Amaris glances up at the startled birds taking to the sky.
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:We're heading to the metro station.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>RunStep</SE1>:She grips the dazed Nele by her arm and pulls her along toward the nearest metro station.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>822</BIN><CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏1>:As they hurry down the chaotic staircase, the clamor inside the station rushes at them like a swarm of vengeful spirits loosed from a seal. +And yet, Nele is practically deaf to the hubbub.
()<Speaker>Male Stranger</Speaker>||<黑屏2><回忆><BIN>9</BIN>:<color=#00CCFF>You Drecksau! Why don't you just die?!</color>
()<Speaker>Female Stranger</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_tele_connect</SE1>:<color=#00CCFF>Go to hell, you Miststück! It's because of you the refugees don't trust the government!</color>
()<Speaker>Male Stranger</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_tele_connect</SE1><黑屏1>:<color=#00CCFF>Are you a spy? Crawl back to your own country, Schlampe!</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<关闭蒙版><黑屏2><BIN>822</BIN>:Dark emotions creep over her, clinging like ivy. +Nele feels as if she's getting engulfed by the shadows in the metro station...
()<Speaker>Childish Sobs</Speaker>||:Waaah! Mama!
()<Speaker>Angry Curses</Speaker>||:<size=50>Stop f*cking shoving! Give people some space!</size>
()<Speaker>Fed-Up Complaints</Speaker>||:When will the bombing end...?
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Nele! This way!
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Creep</SE1>:Amaris shoves through the crush and pulls Nele into a pocket of space.
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Stay here until we have solid intel. +Nele, pull yourself together.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...Right, I'm fine.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Even in the jostling crowd, the blood on her hands and lab coat stand out.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=3%%delay=0%%range=3</controll_shake><SE1>AVG_Explo_Distance</SE1>:Boom! +The dull blast echoes through the tunnels. +Like crickets trapped in a cage, the crowd is forced to confront an unseen enemy in the dark.
()<Speaker>Childish Sobs</Speaker>||:Uuuh... waaah...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=5%%delay=0%%range=3</controll_shake><SE1>AVG_Strike_Single_Loop</SE1>:Boom! Boom!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><SE1>Stop_AVG_loop</SE1>:The lights flicker with the tremor of the earth. Faces in panic flash bright, then dark...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_lifttable</SE1><震屏3>:Crack! Bam!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_People_Panic</SE1>:Plaster and glass from the crumbling ceiling rain down, causing people to scream...
()<Speaker>Panicked Cries</Speaker>||:<size=50>The station's collapsing!!! Run!!!</size>
()<Speaker>Shrill Screams</Speaker>||:<size=50>Aaaaah! Don't push! Stop it!!!</size>
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The cries overlap into a hellish chorus. +Voices cut short, sighs swallowed, screams shrill and sharp... +There is no escape. The cacophony of despair assaults Nele's senses, threatening to overwhelm her.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Amarys tries to shield her from the worst and blocks her view. +When the bombing finally ceases for the time being, the hysterical cries soften into whimpers. Only then does Amaris allow herself to relax.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:...Nele, this chaos... won't end anytime soon.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:How long will the bombing last?
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:That's the question on everyone's mind. +Just like back in WWIII... +Everyone was asking, "When will this war end?"
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:...
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:I won't give you false hope. +So... just endure. Live for every single moment.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:...But we don't know anything... +We can't do anything...
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:...This war didn't start because of us, and it won't end because of us. +The only thing we can fight for... is to see the next dawn. +That's all.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:... +Can I really hold on?
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:...You can, Nele. +You're the strongest human I've met.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:... +You're lying.
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:... +Fine. But even the strongest human needs to eat. I've got to get you some food and water. +You've gone over twelve hours without any sustenance.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Only then does Nele feel the weight of her fatigue and hunger. Amaris sits her down in a corner.
NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Stay here. I'll be back soon.
NPC-Nele(7)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:...Don't get hurt. There's no repair point to fix your frame right now.
NPC-Nele(7);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Don't underestimate a T-Doll.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:Right...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Nele watches uneasily as Amaris leaves the supplies with her.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:Be careful.
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:YOU be careful. +Listen to me, Nele— +Don't speak to strangers. Even if they ask for help, don't answer.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:...
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:Just stay here and sit tight. Don't go anywhere until I come back. You hear me?
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>;NPC-SCAR-H(0)||:...Okay.
NPC-Nele(5);NPC-SCAR-H(0)<Speaker>Amaris</Speaker>||:If anything happens, contact me through your communicator. +It's Griffin-made, so there is a reliable connection with the Commander. +I just added the Stasi's private channel. +Either way, you can reach me.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:Got it...
()||<黑点1><SE1>RunStep</SE1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑点2><CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Amaris hurries off to find emergency rations. +And so, Nele is left with plenty of time to spend with her own thoughts.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:She looks down at the pair of crimson hands before her, stained with blood and guilt that can never be washed away. +The dried blood is not just on her skin... but also in her heart.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:Once you have blood on your hands... they will never... be clean again... +This is the mark of sin...
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker>Laplace</Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN>:...Knowledge is a curse. +...Talent is a curse.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker>Laplace</Speaker>||:One day, you'll admit... what you inherited from me is what you've been pursuing your whole life...
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:... +This isn't... what I wanted...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_tele_connect</SE1>:Beep. Beep-beep. +The urgent call tears her from her thoughts.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>822</BIN><CGDelay>0.3</CGDelay>:
NPC-Keven(12)<Speaker>J</Speaker><通讯框>||:<color=#00CCFF>Nele!</color> +<color=#00CCFF>Where are you and Amaris?</color>
NPC-Keven(12);NPC-Nele(6)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...We're at the Johannes Gutenberg University metro station.
NPC-Keven(10)<Speaker>J</Speaker><通讯框>;NPC-Nele(6)||:<color=#00CCFF>Oh, good.</color>
NPC-Keven(10);NPC-Nele(6)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:Amaris has gone to find food for me.
NPC-Keven(6)<Speaker>J</Speaker><通讯框>;NPC-Nele(6)||:<color=#00CCFF>Right.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>...Actually, I wanted to tell you—stay out of Gray's matter from now on.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>What you could do for her, and what you couldn't... you've done it all.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>And that Makarov—return it to the Commander.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>You should be wielding a scalpel, not a gun.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>You understand?</color>
NPC-Keven(6);NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:But my hands are already covered in blood. Can hands like these really be washed clean?
NPC-Keven(7)<Speaker>J</Speaker><通讯框>;NPC-Nele(5)||:<color=#00CCFF>...You can't find water? Then use alcohol.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>Wait, alcohol's scarce in wartime. I bet you're the type that insists on saving it for someone who needs it more. Let me think...</color>
NPC-Nele(6)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_2023Slow_Keyboard_Input</SE1>:J takes a photo and sends it to Nele.
NPC-Keven(7)<Speaker>J</Speaker><通讯框>||:<color=#00CCFF>...Just use disposable gloves! You're used to wearing them anyway!</color> +<color=#00CCFF>See? Perfectly clean.</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The photo shows J's hand wearing a medical latex glove.
NPC-Keven(7)<Speaker>J</Speaker><通讯框>||:<color=#00CCFF>You're a doctor. Bloody hands are normal.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>If you don't like the mess, just wear gloves.</color>
NPC-Keven(7);NPC-Nele(6)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
NPC-Keven(7)<Speaker>J</Speaker><通讯框>;NPC-Nele(6)||:<color=#00CCFF>Hello? Nele?</color>
NPC-Keven(7);NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...I understand.
NPC-Keven(7)<Speaker>J</Speaker><通讯框>||:<color=#00CCFF>Good. I'll contact you later.</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_tele_disconnect</SE1>:J hangs up.
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:<color=#A9A9A9>Will gloves... really solve the issue?</color>
NPC-People_Female(0)<Speaker>???</Speaker><GradientShow>2</GradientShow>||:E-excuse me...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:A timid voice interrupts Nele's musings again. +It is a dusty-faced woman, clutching a sleeping child.
NPC-People_Female(0)<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:I see you're wearing a white coat... Are you a doctor?
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:I...
NPC-People_Female(0)<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:My child's had a fever for days. I meant to take her to the hospital today, but then this happened... +Now she's burning up and won't wake up. I'm worried sick... Please, could you please look at her...?
NPC-Nele(5)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Nele's eyes fall on the little one's flushed round face. The child's breathing is erratic, and her limbs are spasming slightly. She is clearly in critical condition.
NPC-People_Female(0)<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:...Hello?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Heartbeat</SE1>:Nele's hands feel like they'd been branded with a hot iron. The crimson stain is searing hot. Painful. Impossible to ignore. +She can clearly hear all the voices screaming from the depths of her memories. +The struggle. The hesitation. The pain. The rage...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:But she lifts her head and gives her answer—
NPC-Nele(7)<Speaker>Nele</Speaker>||<CGDelay>0.5</CGDelay>:Yes. My hands are a bit dirty. Could you take a pair of medical gloves from my pocket for me?
()||<黑点1>: