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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...

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Rainy Winter, Sleeping Princess Part 1

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Months before she was cast down to the lowest class

"Is this dress too garish?" My sister drew up her shoulders as she spoke, grasping the hem of her beautiful white dress. It was generously decorated in layer upon layer of delicate lace, with small diamonds sparkling here and there. I let out a small sigh as I stared at her. "You look lovely, my sister. And well you should, for today is certain to be the finest day of your life."

My sister nodded, satisfied, and turned this way and that to better admire her reflection in the mirror.

We were twins, both princesses in the land we called home. Though we shared a visage, my sister was bright, sociable, smart, and popular. She was the very image of perfection. Whereas I was shy, dull, not at all clever, I didn't have many friends... I was wholly unremarkable. This day, my sister was setting off on a journey to be wed to a foreign prince. It would be a grand ceremony on a scale I had never seen. Our country and the prince's had long been at war, you see, but this wedding would unite our families and finally bring an end to the seemingly eternal conflict. It had all been set in motion by our mother—the queen.

The day was clear, and a warm sun sat high in the sky. Before stepping into the jewel-studded carriage, my sister turned to take a final look at the castle where she was born and raised.
"I will birth a son and raise the next king, Mother," she said with pride.
"So wait and stay safe until then."

With these words, she entered her carriage. Moments later, the carriage set off with great pomp. It would be several days before she crossed the border, so she settled in for a long ride. It sparkled in the sunlight, as though lighting the path ahead.

What a perfect beauty! What a perfect wedding! What a perfect prince!

I was so proud of my sister; seemingly nothing was beyond her reach, and she had accomplished everything she ever set out to do in life. I knew her future would be bright, with nothing but great things waiting for her. That's how her life always was, after all. I waved and waved until the carriage vanished from view.

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The girl slowly opens her eyes. Then closes them. She had been dreaming again. In her dream, she was a princess. She is disappointed that sleep has fled; she wanted to see more. For even though she wasn't the lead princess in this particular dream, it was still much nicer than her usual nightmares. Defeated, she opens her eyes, gazes for a moment at the foul, grime-covered ceiling above, and rises from her shabby bed. Today, she will study hard, help however she can, and spend another day being a very good girl.

"Good morning, Mommy. Do you want to hear about my dream?"
She greets her mother cheerfully, as she does every day. The older woman does not even look up; she just continues peeling potatoes.

"Dreams are nonsense, girl, and you've no time for such foolery. Now eat your breakfast and get to school."
On the table is a bowl of thin gruel and a heel of bread. The girl sits on a rickety chair and pulls the food close. The bread is hard enough to shatter teeth. But it's all Commoners like them can afford, so she's quite used to it.

"Last night's dream was special, Mommy. I was a princess!"
Her mother sets a potato down and turns to stare at her daughter. Her eyes seem to bore holes in her.

"I told you to knock off that fool talk. You're a Commoner, not a Noble—and you never will be."
The girl is well aware of this.

Even the youngest child knowns of the country's strict class system. Here, the disparity between Nobles and Commoners is great indeed. The Commoners have long been discontent with their lot in life, and the Nobles worry increasingly about social unrest. But the girl had no wish to argue politics—she simply wanted to make conversation with her mother. Stung, she drops her eyes and quickly finishes her breakfast.
"I'm going now, Mommy."

The girl hurriedly gets dressed, gathers her things, and leaves the house for school. Winter. A most rainy season. Though the rain has stopped, puddles still dot the road. She stands at one and looks at her face reflected in the water. She does not look like her mother. Nor does she look at all like her father. She senses she is not much loved by either. And she believes her face to be the reason. Suddenly angry, she stamps on the face in the puddle and rushes off to school. She is determined to study hard and win her parents' praise.