Pixel

Her ability allows her to will desired objects into existence, functioning much like a 3D printer. However, these objects contain subtle structural imperfections and eventually degrade due to data corruption.

She claims to have become infected with Mania from contact with contaminated biochemical substances during an experiment. After being expelled from university and banned from academia, the ensuing sense of irony and despair pushed her into intense emotional turmoil, which ultimately triggered the awakening of her power.

She suffers rather severe corruption. Her mental state is abnormal, exhibiting manic and dissociative tendencies. Nevertheless, the "computer head" is a physical manifestation of her special power, not a result of corruption. She displays no significant physical signs of mutation.

Operating entirely anonymously under the "computer head" avatar, the subject has been involved in various kinds of academic fraud and numerous academic dishonesty scandals. Further investigation reveals that she holds substantial incriminating evidence against reputed academics and the upper echelons that can destabilize the entire academia's power structure. She is also capable of arranging the timed release of such information that can potentially trigger a chain of mutual whistleblowing. The subject's activities constitute systematic damage to Eastside's academic ecosystem, and the destructive potential of the information she holds is unpredictable. Immediate detainment is thus recommended.

Interrogation reveals that the subject was once admitted to a prestigious university with exceptional grades, but was later forced to join an academic fraud ring led by her professor due to her mounting student loans. Ultimately made the ring's scapegoat, she was expelled from school and banned from academia. This caused her to lose all faith in the corrupt system. Since then, she has adopted the identity of "Pixel," offering academic fraud services as a means of building an underground intelligence network. While her methods are rather extreme, her sole objective is to dismantle the systemic academic corruption from within and restore order in academia. She is clearly aware of the consequences of her actions and willing to be held accountable. Given that she has cleared her name and achieved her goal, her actual threat level is believed to have decreased significantly.

She operates under the alias "Pixel," and her true identity remains unknown. Multiple individuals involved in academic corruption cases claim to have worked with the subject, though the Public Security Bureau has never obtained solid proof. The case was transferred to the MBCC due to the involvement of a suspected Sinner, and Chief apprehended the subject based on a tip concerning a transaction.

The monitor on her head is a real object created and sustained by her power. She is a brilliant academic and demonstrates a remarkable level of expertise across multiple disciplines. Her outward displays of erratic behavior and apparent mental instability are performative in nature, concealing an intellectual, stoic, and rational mind beneath. Her every action seems to serve a hidden yet unwavering objective.

She was born into a regular family in Eastside and excelled academically. Upon entering university, a family crisis forced her to take out high-interest loans. Her professor later pressured her into participating in academic fraud under the guise of "helping her." When the scandal broke, she was made a scapegoat, expelled from school, and banned from academia. Her entire belief system collapsed in the process, and since then, destroying academic corruption has become her sole motive.

Her university records have been deleted, and her true face has been forgotten, together with her past. She conceals the full truth from her parents by forging documents and transferring money to them regularly. Meanwhile, she operates in the shadows, dedicated to clearing the names of those whose futures were destroyed by academic corruption. She is willing to one day turn herself in in exchange for the freedom to continue dismantling the system.

She maintains an irregular schedule and survives primarily on processed snacks, with chronically excessive caffeine intake. Multiple indicators on her health report are flagged red. When advised by the doctor to adjust her lifestyle, she simply claimed that these filling, calorie-dense processed snacks are an ideal food source and refused to change her dietary habits.

She adores fluffy animals and sometimes keeps looping the same cat and dog videos on her screen. Despite her fondness for them, she repels animals in real life. After repeatedly being avoided by the Bureau's therapy dog, she fell into frustrated silence for a moment before deciding to display a jerky icon on her screen. However, the dog remained unimpressed by her attempt at bribery.

Since her arrival at the Bureau, she quickly reached out to numerous Sinners through the intranet, but she never attended any in-person meetings. This led a certain Sinner to suspect a cyberattack. Having learned that this Sinner was going to report the issue to the staff, the subject finally appeared before the Sinner in question that very evening with a grinning emoji on her screen, successfully jump-scaring the Sinner.

She regards Chief as a top-priority "valued client." Whenever they cross paths in the Bureau, the subject would immediately pause whatever she is doing and play a self-edited, colorful pixelated greeting animation on her screen, captioned with the enlarged text "Welcome." The second the video ends, she would resume her previous activity as though nothing had happened.

[Pixel waves you over to watch a new soap opera.]

Pixel: Pffahahahaha... She loves him, he loves her, she loves her, he loves her—an EPIC four‑way love catastrophe! That gut‑punch drama. Cliche! Perfect!

• Prompt: It's pretty good, actually.
• Pixel: A kindred spirit! I KNEW you had taste! I hereby declare you my long‑lost sibling, separated at birth!
• Pixel: 😘😘😘

• Prompt: This show is an insult to the viewer's intelligence.
• Pixel: The actors are fools, and the viewers are lunatics! Hehehe... which means this show and I are soulmates!
• Pixel: 😏😏😏

[Pixel's monitor erupts into static.]

Pixel: Sys... sy... system malfunction... emergency diagnostic...

• Prompt: What's wrong? Are you okay?
• Pixel: Te... test results abnormal... donate one million DisCoins to Pixel's exclusive account to restore normal function. Contact number: 888888... Oh! And yes, installment plans are available. Hehehe!
• Pixel: 😉😉😉

• Prompt: That was all an act, wasn't it?
• Pixel: You know me better than anyone in the whole wide world! Ta‑daa! Fresh glitch‑art graffiti on my face. Hehehe... now who should I mess with next?
• Pixel: 😏😏😏

⚠ Digital Hello

You run into Pixel in the Bureau hallway.

System Notifications: You run into Pixel in the Bureau hallway. Her head-monitor flickers—a tiny cartoon hand waves.

• Prompt: Is that a hello?

System Notifications: You nod back. The pixels rearrange into a grinning face, blinking cheerfully.

⚠ Soap Opera Intoxication

Pixel looks out of it.

System Notifications: Pixel's monitor plays dramatic confessions, wealthy family feuds, amnesia, rebirths... Could this be a new virus?

• Prompt: Ask about the reason

System Notifications: Turns out Pixel just finished a 36‑hour soap opera marathon and hasn't fully recovered.

⚠ A Suspicious Helping Hand

A power outage cuts your video call short, and Pixel is suspiciously eager to help.

System Notifications: Mid‑call, the Bureau loses power. Pixel immediately offers her head‑monitor as your screen.

System Notifications: You spot a Preview window not fully closed—your serious face now sporting fluffy cat ears.

• Prompt: That was close. Almost fell for it!

System Notifications: You switch to backup power without missing a beat. Exposed, Pixel flashes a sulking ellipsis and starts plotting her next scheme.

⚠⚠ Impromptu Reviewer

Pixel is reading a research paper in the room.

System Notifications: Passing by Pixel's room, you find her with glasses displayed on her monitor, flipping through papers with unusual seriousness.

Pixel: Oh, Chief! Good morning, afternoon, and evening! This paper's quite something. Want to take a look?

Pixel: Don't give me that look. Sure, I crawled out of DisCity academia's massive ** ages ago, but reading papers is good for the mind. Everyone says so.

System Notifications:** You glance at the title page—a logistics staff member is pursuing further studies, and this is their first draft.

• Prompt: You wouldn't...

Pixel: Hey, hey! You'll break my heart saying that, Chief. I haven't ghostwritten a single thing in 134,252 seconds.

Pixel: He writes slowly, and revising is agony—but every word is his.

• Prompt: So you're just giving him feedback?

Pixel: Of course. I point out the cracks. Fixing them is his job.

Pixel: Like here—the argument's so flimsy it's basically papier‑mâché. And here—he's trying to skip the proof with ""it's common knowledge."" Hehe. Dream on.

System Notifications: She scribbles annotations, fully absorbed.

• Prompt: Then I'll leave it to you.

Pixel: Relax, Chief. Today I'm just a reviewer, not a ghostwriter.

Pixel: Papers like this are the most fun—clumsy but earnest. Like treasure tossed out by someone who didn't know its worth. A little polish and it shines.

System Notifications: You leave Pixel to her work. As you head out, you hear her muttering.

Pixel: This part's good. Keep it. Don't hold back—good scholarship takes nerve...

⚠⚠ Open Mic Night: Bad Jokes

Tonight's Bureau stand-up show is all about bad jokes.

System Notifications: The Recreation Area is hosting Bad Joke Night, and Pixel signs up with boundless enthusiasm—even printing notecards.

Pixel: A PhD student asks their senior labmate, ""Why can't I replicate your data?""

Pixel: And the senior labmate says, ""What's strange about that? I can't replicate it either!""

System Notifications: The room falls silent. Two sharp coughs cut through the air, each one more painfully distinct.

Pixel: Haha, a real groaner! Okay, next! Why do soap operas use laugh tracks?

Pixel: Because otherwise, how would the audience know when to laugh?

System Notifications: Pixel cracks herself up, her monitor scrolling ""hahahaha."" The audience stays silent. The mic screeches.

EMP: Those are like cold jokes... Wait. Why is it actually cold? I've got goosebumps.

• Prompt: I'm freezing too.

Pixel: Looks like everyone's catching on! I hacked the Bureau's air‑conditioning! If the crowd is cold, the room might as well be too.

EMP: Pfft—cheating! At this rate, the A/C tells better jokes than Computer Head!

Pixel: Wrong. This is immersive performance art. Central A/C, drop the temperature around EMP by five degrees!

EMP: Whoa! It's freezing! Freezing! I take it back! I was warming up the crowd for you, Computer Head! Mercy!

System Notifications: A few scattered laughs finally ripple through the room. You, however, are turning into a popsicle.

• Prompt: Ask Pixel to turn up the heat

System Notifications: At your insistence, Pixel begrudgingly disables the A/C's ""Cold Joke Mode."" The temperature rises, and the show continues.

System Notifications: From that day on, the Bureau's stand‑up comedy application form included one new rule: ""No physical methods may be used to aid the effect of a bad joke.""

⚠⚠⚠ Sticker Artist

A new set of stickers has taken the Bureau's internal messaging by storm.

System Notifications: Rumor has it that a new sticker pack is everywhere. The art is simple, the captions are sharp, and they spread like wildfire. People love them. Some even sneak them into their work reports.

System Notifications: Whenever you walk through the office, you catch stifled laughter. And the instant you turn around, everyone acts perfectly innocent.

• Prompt: I have a bad feeling about this...

Pixel: Oh my, Chief! The moment I heard you were looking for me, I came running!

Chief: I heard a new sticker pack is making the rounds. Did you make them?

Pixel: Wow! My masterpiece has spread that far already? Quick, download them, Chief—they're incredibly versatile!

• Prompt: Download the stickers

System Notifications: You open the sticker list. A blank‑faced person in gray lies flattened under a mountain of documents: ""Buried in work.""

System Notifications: Next, the same figure stands calmly in the Bureau's chaos, coffee in hand, hair on fire: ""Everything is basically under control.""

System Notifications: In the third one, their head fills the entire frame, blown up to absurd proportions: ""What a headache.""

Chief: Why are all your stickers based on me?

Pixel: Because your face is incredibly versatile, Chief!

Pixel: Work, meetings, overtime, silence—one expression covers everything. Drawing you is a dream!

• Prompt: One more and you're under arrest!
• Pixel: Loud and clear, Chief! I'll stamp out this vile trend myself!
• System Notifications: Later that evening, a new sticker appears: a person wearing gray holds up a sign, stubby fingers pointing straight at the viewer: ""One more and you're under arrest!""
• Chief: Sigh...

• Prompt: Let it go
• System Notifications: You decide to let it slide. Pixel soon moves on to drawing other Sinners.
• Chief: Crisis averted... at least for me.