Siglinde

The subject can utilize a mobile transmitter to generate an electromagnetic barrier field around herself and emit pulse radiation, interfering with enemies' telecommunications signals, electronic equipment, and neural feedback, causing intense adverse impact.

The subject inherited a Rancor that originally belonged to her family member, awakening her special power while taming and mastering the weapon.

She displays no obvious physical abnormalities, but given that she's good at pretense and mentally stable, it is impossible to determine the extent of Mania contamination affecting her mind. The only proof of her Mania corruption is her frenzied state during combat.

The subject is a senior wartime liaison officer from DisCorps, with impressive abilities in communication technology and intelligence management. She is primarily responsible for liaising on intel and tactics between the FAC and DisCorps, serving as the link between the two parties.

When she first joined the MBCC, despite facing considerable skepticism, she voluntarily accepted the shackles due to tactical considerations, maintaining a cooperative attitude. Under Chief's supervision, she has displayed no suspicious behavior during her collaboration with the FAC. Her high efficiency and excellent task completion have gradually earned her internal trust, so special surveillance is no longer necessary.

A senior wartime liaison officer dispatched by DisCorps. Due to her special status, arrangements were made for her to be personally supervised by the MBCC Chief.

The subject was born into a military family, with both parents serving as frontline liaison officers for DisCorps. Although they were often separated, as a child, she deeply admired the adults in her family. However, during the Outlands war, her parents both perished in battle and were posthumously awarded the highest honors by DisCorps.

Out of admiration for her parents, she voluntarily joined the youth training camp of DisCorps that nurtured future officers, undergoing high-intensity military training, tactical courses, and political education. She not only inherited the Rancor from her family but also chose to become a liaison officer, much to the apprehension of her instructors, who saw great potential in her combat abilities. Nevertheless, she remained firmly determined to follow in her parents' footsteps.

The subject admits that she once adopted the belief of the conservative faction of DisCorps, valuing victory and conquest above all and disregarding concession as weakness. Therefore, she once thought that the FAC was unworthy of military honor, as they blindly submitted to Paradeisos's authority. However, after fighting alongside the FAC, she recognized her own narrow-mindedness, and the DisCorps ideology instilled in her since childhood began to waver, leading her to decide to make changes.

When the subject first joined the Bureau, she was anonymously reported for allegedly using her signal transmitter to collect sensitive information about DisCity. But investigation later revealed that she was actually just listening to pop music on the radio.

During critical moments on field missions, she has repeatedly displayed immense strength disproportionate to her physique, which has proven unexpectedly effective in situations requiring covert infiltration. However, she does not take pride in this ability, preferring instead to perform tasks related to intelligence and communications.

She maintains the strict training habits formed during her time in DisCorps, and has even joined a voluntary training group formed by other Sinners. According to staff reports, she once broke the all-time record during a strength training session.

The subject regularly shows a high degree of attention to Chief, often initiating conversations by cracking bad jokes. She even evaluates them by observing and recording Chief's reactions to continuously modify her material. She claims that Chief is the first audience for her original jokes.

[Siglinde adjusts her cassette device.]

Siglinde: DisCity has quite a few interesting radio channels...

• Prompt: Which radio channels do you like to listen to?
• Siglinde: The pop music channels are quite good, and certain private channels are quite intriguing as well.
• Siglinde: 😘

• Prompt: Oh, so you can listen to the radio with it too.
• Siglinde: Of course, it can pick up any signal I want it to.
• Siglinde: 😉

[Siglinde walks by carrying a towering stack of cardboard boxes.]

Siglinde: Just some printed battle reports that need to be destroyed. I'm taking them to the processing station.

• Prompt: Let me help you carry some of those.
• Siglinde: Thank you. You can just take the box on top. That one's light.
• Siglinde: 😘

• Prompt: Can you really carry all of them?
• Siglinde: Oh, this is nothing to me.
• Siglinde: 😉

⚠ Encrypted Intel

Some odd theories have arisen about why Siglinde always wears headphones.

System Notifications: Siglinde always wears a pair of headphones. According to certain sources, she listens in on everyone's private conversations, then encrypts and uploads any Chief-related intel.

• Prompt: Ask for details

Siglinde: Indeed. According to my latest intercepted intel, the cafeteria has only five portions of Chief's favorite dish left. You may still be able to get it if you hurry.

⚠ Unfortunate Eavesdropper

A rumor about Siglinde is circulating throughout the Bureau.

System Notifications: A rumor about Siglinde is circulating throughout the Bureau. She allegedly identified a spy attempting to eavesdrop on DisCorps intel by saying a single sentence, forcing the culprit to turn themselves in.

• Prompt: Ask about it

Siglinde: Oh, it was nothing special. I simply asked him, "Your bug is running low on battery. Would you like me to charge it for you?"

⚠ Light Stick Crisis

Siglinde finds that her mobile transmitter is missing.

System Notifications: Siglinde finds that her mobile transmitter is missing. It's eventually found at a Sinner's concert, where fans are enthusiastically waving it in the air, somehow using it as a glowing light stick that illuminates the entire venue.

• Prompt: Find the culprit

Siglinde: It's fine. At least it cheered up the crowd at the concert. In the Bureau, it only ever picks up useless noise anyway.

⚠⚠ Snack Attack

Lately, Siglinde has been getting really popular in the Bureau.

System Notifications: Lately, Siglinde has been getting really popular in the Bureau, especially among younger Sinners. Wherever she goes, there's bound to be several young Sinners eagerly trailing after her.

System Notifications: One day, as you pass by the greenhouse, you're surprised to find Siglinde there alone, seeking refuge from all the attention.

• Prompt: Greet her

Siglinde: Phew... It's you, Chief. You startled me.

Chief: Are you... hiding from the others?

Siglinde: Yes. According to my analysis, offering snacks in the workplace is a form of highly effective social interaction. To better integrate into the Bureau, I implemented a strategy of distributing snacks to everyone I encountered. Unfortunately... there have been some miscalculations in my execution.

Chief: ?

Siglinde: The plan went well. However, during the snack distribution, my stocks somehow kept growing to a bothersome degree. I couldn't consume them all or waste them, so I gave out the surplus to the young Sinners in the Bureau.

Siglinde: But now these little ones seem to think I constantly have snacks available, and they follow me around all day...

System Notifications: Suddenly, it all makes sense to you.

Chief: Oh, don't tell me... our esteemed liaison officer Siglinde can't handle a few clingy kids?

Siglinde: It's just... I find it rather uncomfortable. The children surround me all the time. I've never experienced this kind of behavior in DisCorps. The mere thought of this continuing makes my skin crawl.

Siglinde: Therefore, I must entrust you with distributing the remaining snacks. Please do me a favor, Chief!

Chief: ?!

System Notifications: Siglinde shoves the bag of snacks into your hands and swiftly disappears. You glance behind you and, sure enough, spot a pack of young Sinners eyeing you hungrily.

Chief: ...

⚠⚠ Stranded

The car you and Siglinde are riding in breaks down.

System Notifications: You and Siglinde are driving to a tactical meeting at an outpost when the car suddenly groans loudly before breaking down.

Driver: Sorry, but the car's going to take some time to fix. You two will have to wait a while.

Chief: No worries! We can help fix the car too. More hands make light work, right?

Siglinde: Yes, please allow us to assist.

System Notifications: The driver immediately crawls under the car to inspect it and quickly pokes his head back out. He needs your help with some tools, except...

Driver: Excuse me, miss! Could you hand me that large adjustable wrench next to you? It's in the top tray of the toolbox! Ah... I meant the one on the right, yes, that's it...

Driver: Could one of you please help me tighten this screw? The one right next to my hand, turn it clockwise! Wait... no, the other way, you're loosening it...

System Notifications: After your *helpful* assistance, the driver has politely declined any further aid. You and Siglinde can only awkwardly step back, having learned the hard way that sometimes more help doesn't in fact make light work.

Chief: The driver just told me one jack isn't enough and we need to find another. Do you know where we might find one around here?

Siglinde: I don't know, but... we probably won't need to look for one.

System Notifications: Having just said that, Siglinde casually lifts the car's axle with one hand, as if it were nothing more than a stack of files, and effortlessly places some heavy rocks beneath the wheels.

• Prompt: All good?

Siglinde: Yes, thank you for your concern, Chief. A liaison officer's duty is to clear all obstacles hindering communication, and that includes, of course, broken-down vehicles.

Chief: You made it look so easy. How did you even do that?

Siglinde: By carrying the mobile transmitter around...

System Notifications: In that instant, the damaged axle completely splits in two, falling from beneath the car onto the ground with a loud crack.

Chief: ...

System Notifications: Siglinde speaks calmly.

Siglinde: Ah, seems I might have gone too hard with my training.

⚠⚠⚠ Cooling Expert

The Bureau's air conditioning maintenance will take half an hour, so you bring in Siglinde to keep everyone cool.

System Notifications: The Bureau lounge's air conditioning is undergoing routine maintenance for half an hour. The scorching summer heat is almost unbearable, so you decide to ask Siglinde to tell some bad jokes to help everyone cool down.

Siglinde: Will that really cool things down?

• Prompt: Of course, I have faith in you.

System Notifications: Siglinde clears her throat.

Siglinde: A DisCity spy has nothing but DisCoins in his pocket. When he passes through a security checkpoint, the alarm goes off. Can you guess why?

Chief: ...Because only DisCity uses DisCoins?

Siglinde: No, it's because it's... DISrespectful.

Chief: ...

System Notifications: An awkward cold shudder instantly runs through you.

Chief: Actually... that's kind of funny, really. Ha-ha-ha.

Siglinde: You like jokes like this, Chief? I can share a few more.

• Prompt: Let her continue
• Siglinde: So this DisCity spy gets caught. Guess how he is executed?
• Chief: Strangled?
• Siglinde: No, they throw him into the sea, because... they want him to DISappear.
• Chief: ...
• Siglinde: Still not enough? Let me try another one...
• System Notifications: Siglinde talks until her mouth runs dry, while everyone gets chills from how bad her jokes are. When the air conditioning finally comes back on, there's a collective sigh of relief.

• Prompt: Stop her
• Chief: Wait! No more, please! I think we've heard enough!
• Siglinde: Did it actually work? Well then, before the air conditioning is fixed, I'll visit the other rooms and help everyone cool down.
• Chief: What a torture...

A modified Rancor liaison officer uniform that looks smart and sleek. Parts of it have been redesigned and reinforced to adapt to frontline operations.

Electric waves hang like dew over steel thorns, reflecting the light of glory while piercing through its empty shadow.