Helga

She has keen eyes that possess the abilities of night vision, extreme long-range sight, X-ray vision, and slow-motion visual perception. Combined with her exceptional marksmanship, she is capable of executing highly precise hits on targets under extreme conditions.

She had been subjected to prolonged exposure to residual Mania weapon contamination on the battlefield, causing abnormal physiological changes. Following the death of all her comrades in combat, the resulting intense psychological trauma awakened her ability.

She exhibits mild corruption with no visible physical abnormalities. Her mental state remains stable under most circumstances.

The subject was formerly an ace sniper and leader of an underground armed organization formed by the people of the farlands, operating under the codename Hyena. She possesses extensive tactical experience and exceptional infiltration capabilities. Following the conclusion of the Fraser Peace Gala, the subject continues to operate in the region as a farland representative, maintaining order and peace throughout the farlands.

The subject currently serves as Speaker of the Farland Alliance, leading the reconstruction of order and community in the farlands. The leadership and decision-making capabilities she has demonstrated during numerous operations will lay a solid foundation for the farlands' future. Her prior collaboration with Chief is regarded as the beginning of a promising relationship between the Farland Alliance and the Bureau.

She visited the Bureau alone as a farland representative, seeking Chief's assistance and cooperation in addressing Mania contamination issues in the farlands.

During her operations in Fraser, she usually claims to be a mechanic, presenting herself as an easygoing and helpful ordinary resident, earning the trust and affection of local youth and children alike. As a leader, she is a reputable and influential figure among the populace of the farlands.

She was born in Fraser's refugee zone. Orphaned at a young age, she survived by working odd jobs at marketplaces and repair shops. She later enlisted in Fraser's military to make a living. Owing to her exceptional abilities, she was quickly promoted to company commander. However, during a defensive operation, her squad was abandoned by Fraser's high command. All her comrades perished and only she survived.

After escaping the battlefield, she turned to resistance operations against the Fraser Senate, carrying out multiple assassinations targeting Fraser's leadership. She later joined forces with like-minded individuals to establish an underground armed organization composed of farland civilians, dedicated to resisting Fraser's rule and oppression.

She can repair all mechanical objects. During her visits to the Bureau, she frequently accepts repair requests from other Sinners. She is also adept at crafting novel inventions from salvaged parts. The toys she leaves behind after each visit circulate among the younger Sinners. Some have even become dedicated collectors of her creations.

She is unexpectedly good at competitive games and is recognized as one of the Bureau's top players. Sinners frequently challenge her to matches during her visits, and she typically wins with ease. However, witnesses have reported seeing her practice alone at gaming consoles late into the night, suggesting her gaming prowess may not be entirely innate.

She is popular among younger Sinners for her approachable manner and good humor. She actively participates in group activities and blends in easily with others, occasionally leading the group in harmless pranks or games, though she always knows where to draw the line and holds no records of misconduct. Overall, she has a positive influence on the Bureau's atmosphere.

Following their joint operation, she has come to regard Chief as a leader and partner who shares her convictions. Despite belonging to different factions, she demonstrates a high degree of trust and respect toward Chief, acknowledging Chief's decisiveness and sense of responsibility during the operation. She has explicitly stated that should Chief require assistance in the future, she will provide support at any cost.

[Helga is meticulously maintaining her sniper rifle.]

Helga: Not time to retire just yet, old sport...

• Prompt: Do you need any help?
• Helga: Oh? You know your way around guns? Come on then, show this old granny what you've got.
• Helga: 😏

• Prompt: You can request replacement parts from Logistics.
• Helga: Well, isn't that a treat! Don't mind if I do.
• Helga: 😉

[Helga is playing with her hyenas.]

Helga: Come here, kid. Say hello to my little ones.

• Prompt: Do they bite?
• Helga: Only enemies, never friends. Rest easy.
• Helga: 😉

• Prompt: They're adorable.
• Helga: Aren't they? Go on, give them a pat. They seem to like you.
• Helga: 😏

⚠ Vanished

Raw meat keeps disappearing from the kitchen.

System Notifications: Raw meat keeps disappearing from the kitchen, and the greedy thief is still at large... until the day Bai Yi's chili-marinated beef goes missing. When Helga's hyenas are spotted panting in the hallway with their tongues lolling out, the culprits are finally exposed.

• Prompt: Scold them

⚠ Location Tracker

Helga handcrafts a pendant for each of the young Sinners.

System Notifications: Helga handcrafts a pendant with a built-in mini-tracker for each of the young Sinners. No more worrying about these little rascals wandering off and getting lost.

• Prompt: Access the location tracker

Chief: Let's see which little troublemaker is running around past bedtime!

⚠ Medals and Dust

You pick up a few pieces of scrap metal in the Recreation Area.

System Notifications: You pick up a few pieces of scrap metal in the Recreation Area. Someone says Helga was just using them to play marbles with the kids. You take a closer look and realize these are actually Helga's old service medals.

• Prompt: Ask Helga about them

Helga: Oh, those little trinkets. They're bothersome around the neck and get dusty in the drawer. Figured it's better to use them to make the kids happy than let them rot in some box.

⚠⚠ Woman with the Sunglasses

You encounter a glum-looking Helga in the hallway.

System Notifications: You encounter a glum-looking Helga in the hallway.

• Prompt: Inquire

Chief: What's the matter?

Helga: Ah, it's you, kid. Good timing. I was hoping to have a word. Lately, I always get the feeling someone's watching me. Take right now, for instance. Three o'clock, there's a kid pushing a cart, sneaking glances my way. I don't think I'm imagining it.

System Notifications: You steal a glance out of the corner of your eye. Indeed, the person at three o'clock is looking in your direction. She didn't imagine it.

Chief: It's true. That person is definitely watching you.

Helga: Hmm... And it's not just the staring. Plenty of folks have been avoiding me, too. Last week, a kid practically jumped out of her seat just to get out of my way. Do I really look that unapproachable to the younger generation? ...Surely not?

System Notifications: Helga removes her sunglasses and gazes into the distance with a heartbroken look. Gasps erupt around you. Everyone witnessing this scene has their jaw on the floor.

Staff A: Helga... you can see?!

Staff B: Oh my goodness, we've never seen you with your eyes open, or without those shades. We all thought you were blind...

System Notifications: You exchange a glance with Helga, spotting the amusement in each other's eyes.

Chief: So... They're all keeping an eye on you in case you need help, avoiding you so they won't bump into you, and giving up their seats in the cafeteria so you can have somewhere to sit?

Helga: I wear these shades indoors only to protect my eyes. Never thought I'd be mistaken for a blind person... Guess I need a more obvious sign to clear that up.

System Notifications: A few days later, you run into Helga in the corridor again. She's still wearing the sunglasses, but this time, no one's confused. Perched conspicuously above the frames is a sign that reads: *I CAN SEE*.

⚠⚠ Sharpshooter

You hear a commotion coming from the Outdoor Activity Area.

System Notifications: Supervision System: A brawl has been detected in the Outdoor Activity Area. Go and check?

• Prompt: Yes

System Notifications: The moment you step into the Outdoor Activity Area, you spot Helga grabbing the shoulders of two grubby children, cracking jokes to ease the tension between them.

Helga: Come on now, what's there to fight about? It's just a little shooting game...

Young Sinner A: It's not that simple! Just now... if he hadn't pushed me, I would've won that plushie!

Young Sinner B: I-I already said I didn't do it on purpose...

Young Sinner A: But I only have three tries left. This target moves! It's so hard to hit! I almost had it just now...!

System Notifications: So it's a squabble over a shooting game prize. Helga gives both children a reassuring squeeze on the shoulders, then picks up the gun.

Helga: Easy now. Three shots are more than enough.

System Notifications: Bang. Bang. And now each child clutches a giant plushie, running off while squealing with delight. Helga stays where she is, leisurely wiping down the gun before turning to you, the quiet spectator.

Helga: So, what do you think, kid?

System Notifications: You give her a heartfelt round of applause.

Chief: Incredible marksmanship. All bullseyes.

Helga: Ha! That's not what I was asking. What do you think of those plushies?

Chief: ...The plushies?

Helga: I've got one shot left. Want me to win you one too?

Chief: Me...? No, I'll pass. I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need prizes.

Helga: If I say you're a kid, then you're a kid. After a long day's work, you deserve a little something. That's my rule.

Chief: Umm...

Helga: What's there to be shy about? If anyone asks, just tell them your granny insisted.

System Notifications: She raises the rifle, aims, and fires with practiced ease. The balloon pops instantly, the pellet piercing right through the bullseye.

System Notifications: Helga gives the plushie a casual toss, and a quirky-looking hyena lands squarely in your arms. You look down at it, then back up at Helga.

⚠⚠⚠ Wellness Boot Camp

The supervision system runs an assessment of your physical health.

System Notifications: Supervision System: Data indicates your physical condition has remained suboptimal for two months. It is recommended that you adjust your daily routine promptly to maintain good health.

Chief: ...I mean, sure, but does anyone at the Bureau actually go to bed early, eat clean, and exercise 365 days a year without fail?

System Notifications: Supervision System: Request received. A matching individual has been found: Sinner Helga.

Chief: Seriously?

System Notifications: Supervision System: It is recommended that you follow Sinner Helga's daily schedule starting tomorrow to improve your physical condition as soon as possible.

Chief: ...Fine, I guess.

System Notifications: You decide to accept the challenge. After all, you refuse to be outdone by someone decades your senior. What follows, however, is a day of "health management" that completely redefines your understanding of the word "wellness."

System Notifications: 7:00 a.m.

System Notifications: The alarm drags you out of bed. After a hasty ten-minute wash, you rush to the Outdoor Activity Area, only to find Helga already jogging in the morning light, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her brow.

Helga: Morning, kiddo! Here to work out? Wanna join me?

Chief: Sure... Just let me know if you get tired. I'll pace myself to match you.

Helga: Oh, don't you worry about me. You set the pace. I'll keep up just fine.

System Notifications: 07:30 a.m.

Chief: G-Granny... slow down, please... I really... can't keep up...

System Notifications: You can barely breathe, while Helga has already breezed through ten kilometers and moved on to a set of vigorous military calisthenics. She cheers you on without missing a beat, her voice strong and steady.

System Notifications: A sinking feeling settles in your gut, but this grueling day has only just begun.

System Notifications: 12:00 p.m.

Helga: You put in some good work this morning, kid. Here, herb-steamed beef, pan-seared shrimp, grilled chicken breast, and five whole wheat rolls...

System Notifications: 02:00 p.m.

Helga: Still hungry? Come on, have some of Granny's special green smoothie! It's packed with all the nutrition you need!

System Notifications: 04:00 p.m.

Helga: Done resting? Time to work those arms. First time? No problem. We'll start slow with the ten-kilo weights.

System Notifications: 09:00 p.m.

System Notifications: The final drill ends. You collapse to the ground.

Chief: I... can't go on...

Helga: You gotta work harder, kiddo. But these things can't be rushed. One step at a time.

Helga: Want me to bring you along again tomorrow?

• Prompt: Agree
• Chief: Please do!
• Helga: That's the spirit! See you tomorrow morning in the Outdoor Activity Area then.

• Prompt: Reject
• Chief: Um, no, that won't be necessary!

Her black hair is streaked with hyena-inspired highlights, paired with practical workwear. The belt around her waist is strewn with trinkets to entertain children, as well as ammunition magazines and outdoor tools.

Come on, hyenas. It's time for us old-timers to hit the battlefield.