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To be updated and made prettier later. I'll add screenshots later too as proof, lol. Sorry I can't HTML...
Going to try add stuff that isn't accessible on the current Wiki since I'm actively playing the game...
!! Be mindful of the content warnings: It's the DrakeNieR series and one of the taglines for Rein's setting is "The Cage where sin sleeps," so expect a lot of depressing stories about humanity. Death, murder, classism, child death, abuse is prevalent in Fio's stories.
MAIN STORY under construction. to include map banter and dialogue choices
CHARACTER STORY Short story about Fio and a Noble girl
DARK MEMORY Story about Fio's dream of her biological mother
COSTUMES AND WEAPON STORIES under construction because she has too many costumes/weapons...
EVENT STORIES
■ Record: Garden of Benediction Fio's Birthday Story
■ Record: Chamber of Prayer About the day her family was cast down to the lowest class
CARD STORIES
■ Anecdote: Stars
HIDDEN STORIES
■ No.01 Ch.1 Warm Hands
■ No.02 Ch.2 What Shines
■ No.03 Ch.3 Cries of Flowers
■ No.04 Ch.4 Kindly Child
■ No.05 Angelic Sacrifice
■ No.06 REPORT CARD
■ No.07 A Gift from Mommy and Daddy
■ No.08 Regarding the New Caste System
■ No.09 What the Monster Saw
■ No.10
MEMOIR STORIES background information on Fio's social class, the lowest of the caste system
SINOALICE COLLABORATION STORY
ABOUT THE CAGE this page is already heavy with information so this goes to a separate journal entry...
Going to try add stuff that isn't accessible on the current Wiki since I'm actively playing the game...
!! Be mindful of the content warnings: It's the DrakeNieR series and one of the taglines for Rein's setting is "The Cage where sin sleeps," so expect a lot of depressing stories about humanity. Death, murder, classism, child death, abuse is prevalent in Fio's stories.
MAIN STORY under construction. to include map banter and dialogue choices
CHARACTER STORY Short story about Fio and a Noble girl
DARK MEMORY Story about Fio's dream of her biological mother
COSTUMES AND WEAPON STORIES under construction because she has too many costumes/weapons...
EVENT STORIES
■ Record: Chamber of Prayer About the day her family was cast down to the lowest class
CARD STORIES
HIDDEN STORIES
■ No.02 Ch.2 What Shines
■ No.03 Ch.3 Cries of Flowers
■ No.04 Ch.4 Kindly Child
■ No.05 Angelic Sacrifice
■ No.06 REPORT CARD
■ No.07 A Gift from Mommy and Daddy
■ No.08 Regarding the New Caste System
■ No.09 What the Monster Saw
■ No.10
MEMOIR STORIES background information on Fio's social class, the lowest of the caste system
SINOALICE COLLABORATION STORY
ABOUT THE CAGE this page is already heavy with information so this goes to a separate journal entry...
EXTRA STORIES
Card Stories
Anecdote: Stars
A pure girl dreams a joyous dream. She sees a cream stew full of veggies. Mommy and Daddy join her at the table, and they smile as they discuss the day. As the girl boasts of the stew she made, her parents shower her with praise. For her, this quiet vision of a normal meal shines brighter than any jewel.
STORY 2 (screenshot)
A pure girl dreams the strangest dream. She sees a great monster, a floating black ghost, and an endless stone tower. But even without her mommy and daddy, she is not lonely. For here, she is not treated unjustly. Here, she sees no nightmares. She looks forward to her nightly slumber with joy, and knows she will visit this world again tonight...
Hidden Stories
[No.01] Ch.1: Warm Hands
I met a monster in a strange place called The Cage.
The monster ate all my bad dreams so I stopped having them.
But when the monster kept eating my dreams, he turned into a girl that looked just like me, and I became a monster. I was so surprised, I didn't know what to do—so I ran away.
But secretly, I was happy to be a monster.
I wanted to forget about my dead dad. I wanted to forget about my mom who abandoned me. I wanted to forget about the other kids who bullied me. I wanted to forget everything.
I'm not human anymore. I'm a monster.
And I am going to forget everything.
Everything.
It's snowing; soft, white, and beautiful.
The strange place is made of stone. Some parts are covered in leaves, and some let the snow in. Like this one.
The snow crunches under my feet as I walk down a long white path.
I don't know where to go.
I want to go home, but I didn't know where it is.
I guess I forgot where I'd come from.
I don't know anymore. I can't remember anything.
Eventually I stop thinking about it because it makes my head hurt. I forget all that and begin to run. Snow sticks to my cheeks—it's nice and cold, and helps to erase the fuzzy feeling in my head.
After a while, I come to a stop and see a woman sitting by a cold stone wall. I thought I was alone in this place, so I'm happy to see someone else.
But she's shivering. Is she sick?
"Excuse me, ma'am," I ask. "Are you okay?"
She looks over at me and screams.
"MONSTER!"
She starts to shiver more after that, and I feel bad for her. I want her to feel better. I start trying to spin and dance, because that always makes me happy and I think it will make her happy, too. But I can't dance very well in all the slippery snow, and after a second I fall down on my bum—which causes the lady to laugh.
"Are you feeling better, ma'am?"
She gives a little nod, and we start talking. She tells me she found herself lost in this stone place, and wants to go home so she can see her "family" and her "daughter." Then she asks me how to get out of here. When I tell her I don't know, her face gets all sad again.
"It's okay," I say. "We'll find a way home together."
I take her hand. My hands are super big, so I hold hers gently, trying not to crush it. She looks up at me like she's going to cry, then squeezes my hand tight.
"Your hands..." she says in a whisper. "They're so cold."
I realize then how cold my hands are, and remember how I was trying to endure the cold. But I'm okay now, because the nice lady's hands are so very warm.
[No.02] Ch.2: What Shines
I'm a monster in a big building made of stone.
I want to go home, but I don't know where that is. I don't even know where I came from. I don't remember anything. So I walk and walk all by myself until I meet a nice lady. She says she also ended up in the stone building and didn't know how. She says she had to find the way home to her "family" and "daughter."
So I take her hand and start to walk with her.
We walk up a long spiral staircase and the snow just stops. There are red leaves everywhere—it's like a red carpet just for us! The lady smiles and says it's beautiful. Then we see a flower sprouting in the leaves and she smiles more.
"What a strange place," the lady says. "That flower bloomed out of nowhere. My daughter would be delighted to see it."
The nice lady tells me all about her daughter while we walk. Her daughter likes flowers, and also loves the nice lady. They're always together, and are each others' favorite people in the whole world. They also fight sometimes, but they always make up. They're a "family," so even if something is painful, they overcome it together.
The lady seems happy to be talking about her daughter, and that makes me happy. Then she asks if I have a family.
"I don't know," I say, tilting my head. And it's true—I don't remember anything. But I knew it would be nice to have a family and a daughter like the nice lady.
"Oh, that's right," says the lady. "You don't remember anything. But I'm sure you have family. All living things have beautiful families around them."
I leap in the air and say "Yippee!" I still can't remember anything, but I want to go home to my beautiful family.
Suddenly, pop! Another flower blooms from the red leaves. But it isn't the only one! Pop, pop, pop! So many are blooming. Each of the little blossoms gives off a shine. I feel like I can make a huge light if I collect them all!
The lady gasps in delight and starts picking the flowers.
"I'm going to pick a bouquet for my daughter!" she says.
Pluck, pluck, pluck. She plucks so many that I feel bad for the flowers. But the lady says flowers bloom so they can be plucked, and that no matter how many we pick, they'll never scream in pain. That makes sense, 'cause flowers are always quiet and never talk or anything. So I pick lots with the nice lady as we walk.
Finally, we come to a black statue. The lady says it looks like a scarecrow, which I don't understand. But I want to touch it, so I reach out. And then...
POP!
Me and the nice lady turn into dark mist and get sucked up into the scarecrow!
[No.03] Ch.3: Cries of Flowers
(cw: child abuse, implied murder)
The big stone building is so very strange. Now inside, I'm trying to help a lady find her way home so she can see her "family" and her "daughter."
When the lady first started telling me about such things, I felt my heart grow warmer. While I couldn't remember anything about myself, I knew I also wanted a "family" and a "daughter." But when we found what looked like a Dark Scarecrow. Curious, I reached out to touch it, and we ended up getting sucked inside!
Now me and the lady are in a small house—a place different from the leaf-covered stone building we were in a moment ago. It's a messy house; bricks are pulling out of walls, and the fireplace is full of garbage. All the chairs and tables are scattered across the floor, and the windows are broken.
Where are we? I wonder. But then the lady's eyes go wide and she exclaims, "I'm home!"
This is the lady's house! Oh, I'm so glad she managed to find it! But then I notice she's frowning, and a second later she starts running this way and that.
"Where is she!? Where is she!?"
She repeats these words over and over like a spell as she runs around the room. She yanks garbage from the fireplace, and even turns over furniture that was already overturned. Suddenly, she spins on a heel and runs into another room. Though this is all very confusing, I decide to follow her.
The next room is just as messy as the first, and I find the lady stretched out on the floor, running her hand back and forth beneath a filthy bed. After a bit, I hear the sound of something heavy being dragged, followed by a harsh cry. A moment later, the lady pulls out a sobbing little girl with a face covered in bruises!
"So it's not enough that Daddy does it?" snarls the woman. "You're going to run from me too?" She then smacks the girl's cheek with her hand, causing her to wail in pain.
"Stop it!" I cry. "You're hurting her!"
"Family is overcoming pain together," replies the woman.
...Family? Oh, I see. This must be the "daughter" she was talking about. Still, if her child is so precious, why would the lady hit her? Considering the girl's face is covered in bruises, I don't want to think about how long this has been going on.
"Help me!" screams the girl as she reaches for my hand. "She's going to kill me!"
I have to do something. I have to. But when I look at the girl, my head hurts and I can't move. I recognize the look in her eyes: they are full of despair because no one will bother to help her.
Wait.
That's right.
...I remember.
I was human before I became a monster—and I had despaired just like the girl. My daddy died. My mommy left and never came back. No one would help me. No one cared. I have no home to return to anymore.
I break into fearsome sobs and begin to run. I have to. Because if I don't, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind.
I leave the messy room and run outside. I run and run and run—going for so long I don't even remember what happened. When I finally come back to myself, I'm in the big stone building. There are dead flowers all over the stone floor; the same ones that were so happy and bright moments before.
The petals look like bones. Ash.
They look like they're crying.
But I can't hear the flowers crying.
No one can hear the flowers crying.
[No.04] Ch.4: Kindly Child
I always wanted a home to go to, but never knew where to find it. I'd forgotten so much. I'd forgotten everything.
But now? I remember.
Daddy is dead.
Mommy abandoned me so she could be with a strange man.
I'm alone. In despair. I'm in so much pain. My chest hurts. I don't know what to do. I yell, but nothing happens.
I need help. I need to find someone who will help me, so I run through the giant stone building looking for someone. I run and run until my legs ache and my lungs burn. I feel like I'm going to cry, but my monster body has no eyes, so I can't.
I climb to a higher spot and look at the sky. Sand floats on the wind, turning it a sickly yellow color.
And then...
"Is that...?"
I hear a voice from below. I look down and see a white, floaty creature, as well as a girl dressed in black. Both of them are looking up at me. The girl has beautiful eyes—like a flower. She looks so very kind; I wish I could talk to her.
I'm sad.
I'm lonely.
I'm hurt.
Save me.
There are so many things I want to say to her, but I can't say anything because my head is pounding. And the longer I look at her, the more I feel like I'm going to remember something else.
No. I don't want to remember anything else. I'm afraid of finding despair again, like the moment I remembered about Mommy and Daddy.
The girl doesn't say anything as she approaches. My head hurts more. More. More. I feel like I'm going insane.
Don't come any closer!
"————————!"
Before I know what's happening, I fly at the girl, planning to attack. But just as my hand is about to connect with her head, our eyes meet.
I can't hurt her.
When that thought comes to me, I freeze. The girl opens her mouth, but no voice comes out. Maybe she can't speak?
Why is that? I don't know. But as I think about it, my head starts to hurt again. I can't stand it anymore, so I run away from the girl. I climb the stone wall, aiming for a high place. The sand on the wind scrapes against my monster skin.
I feel so lonely. So isolated. I want to see her again—to see her kind eyes. And yet, looking at her makes me feel like I'm going to remember something, and that scares me. So instead, I turn to the sandy yellow sky and scream.
I have nowhere to go, but I still want to find a home.
And the kindness I feel from the girl is exactly the kind of home I want to return to.
[No.05] Angelic Sacrifice
Mama: If I were to describe her in a word, it would be...angelic! Yes, that's it.
Carrier: seems you ain't been acquainted with her more devilish side yet.
Mama: Society can be so cruel. How could they possibly sacrifice a blameless child?
Carrier: Same cruel society is always sacrificing my poor salary too...
Mama: Still, I believe her fate changed when she met the monster.
Carrier: My fate changed when I met my wife―in many meanings of the word! Heyo!
Mama: Goodness, but you are an irritating creature.
Carrier: Ow! Hey! don't pinch me like THAAAT! OWWW!
Mama: The girl never lost her kindness, even in the face of needless malice. But though that kindness was not enough to bring her salvation, it saved him, and he brought salvation to her heart. In this feedback loop of benevolence, she became herself anew.
Carrier: GYAAAAAAH! HRAAAAAGH! ...HAH!
Mama: Oh my. You managed to escape my grasp.
Carrier: Gimme a goddamn break already, lady!
Mama: Language! That poor girl would be sad to hear such things from you, Carrier. After all, she adores you.
[No.06] REPORT CARD
1. GRADES
Composition: A
Grammar: A
Mathematics: A
History: A
Geography: A
Science: A
Art: C
Music: A
Physical Education: A
Ethics: A
Labor: A
Nature Appreciation: A
2. ATTENDANCE
Days Present: 80
Absences: 0
Late Arrivals: 0
Times Left Early: 0
3. TEACHER COMMENTS
Your daughter's grades and attitude are excellent. She is considered an exemplary student among the staff, and interacts with genuine care for all of her classmates. Your daughter's stellar personality is a testament to her wonderful home environment and the love you show her.
As she is student of particular quality, we strongly recommend she pursue higher-level education.
We believe she will prove a valuable asset for society in the future.
[No.07] A Gift from Mommy and Daddy
One cold and snowy morning, I looked out the window and watched as my daughter had a snowball fight with some of the neighborhood kids. They were all bigger than her—and probably four or five years older—but she kept making snowballs and throwing them as best as she could. That's when I realized she was the only one without gloves, and that her poor hands were bright red. Yet she still wore a beaming innocent smile on her face, which made my heart hurt.
"Fio's so cheerful, even on a frigid day like this."
My husband, having just woke, came over to stand beside me, watching our daughter amidst the large crowd of children. Once he left for work, I looked for one of my old sweaters. He'd given it to me years ago and I'd always taken good care of it, so I figured it would still be in decent shape. After pulling it out of the closet, I unraveled it and began to knit a pair of gloves from the yarn, figuring the soft hues would look better on her than me, anyway. But when my husband came home that night, we looked at each other and burst out laughing, because he'd gone to town and used what little money we had to buy her a pair of mittens.
That night, I watched as our little girl, worn out from playing all day, snored softly in her sleep. May these blissful days continue into eternity, I prayed as I gently placed a small blanket over her.
[No.08] Regarding the New Caste System
Next spring, a new social class will be established below the Noble and Commoner classes.
These individuals will be called "Goat People," and will be required to pay exorbitant taxes on the bulk of their income. Additionally, they will not be allowed to assume any position of public service, and are expected to be stripped of the ability to vote. In essence, these Goat People will not only lose not only their economic freedoms, but their basic human rights.
The council's jurists claim that introducing a lower caste is expected to stabilize the government, but I say this with everything in my heart: There can be no future for such an inhumane system.
Today, the assembly hall was filled with those who oppose the new system yet again. It doesn't matter if we end up Goat People ourselves; no citizen rejoices in finding fortune by means of grinding the less fortunate beneath their bootheel. Even if the council steamrolls public opposition and puts this outrageous class system in place, we will never yield. All of us—Nobility, Commoners, and Goats—must join hands and help one another.
[No.09] What the Monster Saw
Seeking freedom from their lowly status, a group of Goat People gathered before the council building last night. Guards were dispatched to control the situation, but a riot broke out regardless.
Though the Goat People involved in the incident were purged, residents continue to voice their unease. They are not afraid of the powerless Goat People, but rather a horrible "monster" that multiple eyewitnesses reported seeing at the scene of the purge.
"It was that girl," one witness said as she trembled. "The one they found dead in the ruins a few days ago. She summoned that horrible thing. It was like something straight out of a fairy tale..."
Separate rumors claim the Goat People were driven to riot by their despair over the girl's death, which likely led the eyewitness to make this connection. That said, the council is currently looking into the "monster," and are calling for all citizens to remain calm in the meantime. They have also promised to take this incident seriously, and tighten the noose even further around the necks of all Goat People.
[No.10]
A little over a hundred years ago, there was a girl who was oppressed as a Goat person and lost her life as a young child.
She was trapped in a long cycle of reincarnation--
So goes the legend among the Goat People.
She died and was reborn, lived and died, and was reborn again.
She has transcended time, changed her form, lost her memory, but she is always born with the same heart.
It is said that even in the midst of her harsh fate as a Goat person, she never lost her kindness until the very end.
It must be because somewhere in her heart, she remembered the kindness of the "monster."
--No matter how many times she is reborn, she is always saved by the monster.
The warm memory of the "monster" is always sleeping in her heart.
That is why, no matter what era or place she is born,
she can walk on without losing her kindness.
『山羊の民』が語り継ぐこと
百年と少し前。山羊の民として虐げられ、
幼いままで命を落とした少女がいました。
彼女は、長い輪廻の中に囚われていた――
私たち山羊の民の間では、そう言い伝えられています。
死んでは生まれ変わり、生きては死に、また生まれ変わる。
時を超え、姿を変え、記憶を失くし、けれど少女は、
いつも同じ心を持って生まれてくるというのです。
そんな少女は、山羊の民として過酷な運命を辿る中でも、
最期まで優しさを失わなかったといわれています。
それはきっと、彼女が心のどこかで、
「怪物」の優しさを覚えていたからに他ならないでしょう。
――少女は何度生まれ変わっても、いつも「怪物」に救われる。
その温かな「怪物」の記憶が、いつも彼女の心に眠っている。
だからこそ彼女は、どんな時代、どんな場所に生まれついても、
優しさを失わずに、歩いていけるのです。