Aigis

Do not come close. Do not touch. Do not look at her directly. Do not pity her. Perhaps some creatures were only ever meant to live alone in the dark.

It is not what she wants. But if her frail body, her timid voice, her childish clothes move you to look tenderly into her eyes, you will fall into stillness and silence forever.

Unlocks at: Awakener Level 1

According to the "Cataclysm Event Record III," the Keeper brought back this piece of Silver Core from the Londinium Orphanage. Accompanying the Silver Core was a tiny, patch-covered teddy bear.

This Silver weighs about 2.1 grams, is slender and smooth, resembling a teardrop. Those who come into direct contact with the Silver will fall into a Stasis State, maintaining the posture of touching the Silver until Awakened by someone else. To prevent accidental contact, Researcher Doll kept this Silver in a closed glass orb and replaced the teddy bear's eyes.

"It looks as if it has been crying every day."

Unlocks at: Affinity Level 3

Jenkin pressed against the crack of the door to the counseling room, straining to listen.

Sylvia's voice was gentle and warm, while Aigis's sounded like a mosquito's whimper, intermittent and hard to decipher.

"Aigis, you need to learn to say no."

"But I... don't want to be a burden... I want to... repay..."

"Aigis hasn't been a burden to anyone. You see, Keeper allows you to move freely in school without any restrictions, isn't that a sign of trust?"

"You promised me not to casually agree to unreasonable requests from others. Especially from Caraboo, helping her with her confinement and cleaning will only cause trouble for our Keeper, okay?"

"Jenkin, how did you get in here?"

"J-Jenkin! I... I agreed to Caraboo myself! C-Calm down!"

Unlocks at: Affinity Level 5

On a morning twelve years ago, in the East District of Londinium, an infant girl bundled in layer upon layer of scarf appeared at the door of the Workhouse. In the East District, where everyone was busy saving their own skin, that was hardly rare. What enraged young Sarah was that in the bite of that winter, whoever abandoned the child had been cruel enough to wrap the scarf over her mouth and nose as well. And the baby neither cried nor fussed. If those clear, bright eyes hadn't blinked a few times when Sarah patted her, Sarah would have taken her for dead.

Just as Sarah was resigning herself to becoming yet another well-behaved child's "big sister," the director at the time handed the baby to a tailor in the East District market for one Leonian Florin.

"We can't afford to feed that child. As a tailor's daughter she'll have a hard time of it, but at least she'll learn a trade."

A trade, for a child not two months old?

Sarah felt her empty stomach and said nothing against the director's decision.

Unlocks at: Affinity Level 7

Afraid of light, afraid of being looked at, afraid of love, afraid of being held.

Longing for light, longing to be looked at, longing for love, longing to be held.

If only she could not hurt anyone. If only she were no trouble to anyone. If only she were clever, like T'yog. If only she were brave, like Jenkin. If only she were like...

Then the sun would not burn her, and no one would find her loathsome. Wouldn't that be so?

And so the doll, carrying worries that can never come true, reaches a small hand, pale to the point of transparency, out of the shadow toward the edge of the light.

Unlocks at: Affinity Level 9