Forensica

Subject can enter a state of low-visibility for brief periods and extend this invisibility to people or objects through direct physical contact. The ability is better suited for evading pursuit, covert transportation, and close-range surveillance evasion. Provides limited enhancement in direct combat.

According to the subject's account, she was tracked and targeted for elimination by certain forces. She fled into areas near the Rust's contamination zone to seek refuge. Under mortal threat and high contamination exposure, she triggered a Mania reaction and awakened her abilities.

The subject's corruption level is moderate. No mutations on the body have been observed. Mental state shows significant fluctuation, and the subject exhibits low social engagement and constant irritability in daily life. She is capable of maintaining extreme composure and focus during professional procedures, but experiences notable emotional rebound afterwards.

Subject was formerly a core technical specialist within Eastside's forensic examination system. However, her license was revoked due to severe violations of professional ethics. Subject then went into hiding within the Syndicate, accepting private examination and consulting requests anonymously. Subject exhibits an eccentric personality and maintains an abnormal fixation on specific cases. Her abilities have been utilized to evade tracking and to relocate sealed biological specimens. Given the subject's unclear motives, obsessive temperament, and apparent tendency to overstep boundaries, immediate detainment is recommended.

Subject's actions are not driven by pathological compulsion or destructive intent. The bodies she relocated are all involved in complex cases ruled as uncontested deaths despite existing discrepancies. She aims to determine the true cause of death through unconventional autopsy methods when procedural justice fails. While the subject exhibits severe social maladjustment, she ultimately provided critical testimony to Eastside law enforcement. Her core behavior remains driven by a principle of "truth above all." Under shackles with clearly defined operational parameters and through direct communication with Chief, the subject's willingness to cooperate and stability can be significantly improved. Her professional expertise also holds exceptional value.

Subject served as the real-life model for the forensic pathologist character in the bestselling mystery novel "Murder on the Praeva Express" and acted as a forensic science consultant. She was later arrested for attempting to unlawfully relocate bodies. Upon detection of her status as a Sinner, she was transferred to the Bureau.

Subject was born into an ordinary Eastside family. Due to her exceptional intelligence along with outstanding academic credentials, her blunt, self-centered, and stubborn personality traits were regarded as hallmarks of genius. Her severe social maladjustment is a result of these traits being left uncorrected. After joining the Eastside Judicial Forensic Research Institute, she frequently and publicly challenged the assessments of supervisors and dismissed her colleagues' competence, repeatedly antagonizing both management and her team.

Subject was formerly a forensic pathologist with the Eastside Judicial Forensic Research Institute, responsible for autopsies in victims of the "Origami" case. After the family withdrew their complaint and demanded burial, she performed an additional autopsy without authorization. This was deemed a violation of protocol, which resulted in immediate dismissal and industry-wide blacklisting. She has since continued to privately compile and investigate leads related to these cases.

On the day the "Origami" case victim was buried, the subject received an origami token left by the killer and interpreted it as a direct provocation. She pursued the case obsessively thereafter. During this period, she was repeatedly tailed and monitored by unidentified individuals, forcing her into the Rust's contaminated zones where she awakened her special power. Subsequently, the subject severed contact with her family to protect them and infiltrated Syndicate alone.

Subject's quarters contain towering, precarious stacks of discarded instant noodle cups and medical journals. She refuses any remediation efforts and has repeatedly utilized her special power during cleaning attempts to randomly vanish alongside the clutter, forcing cleaning robots to abort due to failure of target acquisition. The quarters have now been officially designated as a biodiversity conservation zone.

Whenever gore films were screening during Movie Night, the subject showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, she would huddle in a corner, muttering anatomical commentary, ultimately leading to a collective vote banning her from further participation. She was subsequently restricted to horror film screenings only. While the subject raised no objections outwardly, she has since grown paranoid about air currents after watching horror films, once requesting maintenance visits from technical staff six times in a single day.

Subject communicates in a blunt manner and frequently comments on her colleagues' intellectual capabilities without realizing it. Fortunately, most remarks remain confined to professional matters and are logically sound. Owing to intervention by Chief, the subject's critical remarks have become less aggressive recently. She has learned to preface criticism with qualifying phrases such as "theoretically" and "objectively speaking."

Subject initially submitted forensic reports for official purposes only. While her handwritten annotations were neatly penned, most of the content was her talking to herself. After discovering that Chief would carefully read and respond to them, submission frequency increased noticeably. Subject began actively using annotations to engage in casual conversation with Chief, proactively leaving one to several pieces of forensic trivia per report. When Chief was on extended travel and unable to respond, subject took the initiative to inquire about Chief's whereabouts.

[Forensica is maintaining her autopsy knives.]

Forensica: Don't touch anything on the table. I'm not taking responsibility if you hurt yourself.

• Prompt: These are quite sharp.
• Forensica: These are my tools for uncovering the truth. Of course I'd keep them in optimal condition.
• Forensica: 😐

• Prompt: Do you always maintain them yourself?
• Forensica: Of course. What, am I supposed to throw them away after one use? I don't have that kind of money.
• Forensica: 😐

[Forensica's desk is covered in instant noodle cups and reagent bottles filled with ominous-looking liquids.]

Forensica: Oh, it's you. Want some? I just made it.

• Prompt: I don't have a particular taste for poison...
• Forensica: I was talking about my last pack of instant noodles... Whatever.
• Forensica: 😐

• Prompt: Are you sure those reagents won't spill into the bowl?
• Forensica: If that can happen, I'd have died a hundred times over by now. But... I guess you're right. I'll just eat it myself.
• Forensica: 😐

⚠ Paranormal Terror

Forensica has a peculiar taste in horror films.

System Notifications: Forensica remains completely unfazed when watching gory, brutal horror films. Yet, when she accidentally walked into a screening of a supernatural horror movie, she was scared out of her wits.

• Prompt: A forensic pathologist being afraid of the dead...?

⚠ Useless Discourse

Looks like everyone's discussing something at the Bureau.

System Notifications: They're discussing a hypothetical scenario—if Chief were to fall into water, whose ability would be the most useful? Forensica declares that she would definitely be the most useless.

• Prompt: Ask why

Forensica: ...Well, I'd have to wait until Chief sinks and floats back up before I could be of any help.

Chief: Can't you all wish something good upon me for once...?

⚠ Corpse Revival Incident

A group of young Sinners sneak into the operating room to explore.

System Notifications: A group of young Sinners sneak into the operating room to explore. They witness what they believe to be a corpse on the operating table talking in its sleep and start panicking. Their screams wake up the ""corpse"" in question—Forensica, who scolds each of them before leaving.

• Prompt: Ask why she was in the operating room

Forensica: The AC in my room broke. The operating table is made of stainless steel, so it's cooler here.

⚠⚠ Food Safety

The communal kitchen fridge is completely full, and staff members are looking to clear it out.

System Notifications: The communal kitchen fridge has become completely full recently. The staff members cleared out a pile of unclaimed fresh ingredients, which the Whitestone crew has been eyeing for a while now. They're trying to get your permission to use them for a hot pot.

Che: Chief, just look at these leaves, and this tofu skin! They're so fresh! Not to mention these boxes of meat cutlets with such even marbling... If we don't finish everything, the leftovers can always be made into soup too! Of course, the first bowl will go to you, Chief!

Chief: The lost-and-found notice has only been up for half a day. What if the owners come looking for their stuff? You can't expect them to fish their belongings out of your hot pot.

Bai Yi: Oh, come on, Chief! You gotta seize the day! Just look at this quality meat—what if it goes bad? Think about what a waste that would be... You might as well hand it over to us!

System Notifications: Just as Che and Bai Yi continue their relentless pestering, Forensica pushes the door open and steps in. She glances around the room, her gaze settling on the bubbling hot pot and the boxes of meat slices beside it.

Forensica: What are you guys doing?

Che: Perfect timing! We cleared out a bunch of unclaimed ingredients from the fridge, and we're planning to have hot pot. Want to join us?

Forensica: Hot... pot?

Forensica: Oh, you mean... those few boxes of experimental samples I just put in there?

Chief: Samples?!

Forensica: That's right. Samples for supravital reaction observation, special toxin penetration testing, animal cadaveric rigidity comparison, ***** ***, *** *****, and so on. They all require experimentation on fresh tissue.

Forensica: Theoretically, the meat should be safe to eat after being sterilized at high temperatures. Just make sure you contact the infirmary before you dig in. Don't say I didn't warn you.

System Notifications: The Whitestone duo falls completely silent. They stare at the bubbling crimson broth as their faces drain of all color, turning from flushed to pale to a sickly green. After that day, they ate nothing but vegetables for an entire month.

System Notifications:** As for you, for the sake of food safety at the Bureau, you approved an emergency budget that very night and had a brand-new dedicated freezer delivered to the premises.

⚠⚠ Sharp Tongue, Soft Heart

Alert: Unusual Crowd Gathering in Cafeteria

System Notifications: Supervision System: Abnormal gathering detected in the cafeteria. Go and disperse the crowd?

• Prompt: Go there

System Notifications: You arrive at the scene to find Hella sitting at a table, a sorry sight as she fidgets with a pile of scattered chicken bones. Clearly, she's at her wits' end about something.

Hella: Oh, you're here! You have to help me, fast!

Chief: What happened exactly?

Hella: My biology teacher at Syndicate Academy gave us an assignment. We're supposed to buy a whole chicken, eat the meat, save all the bones, and then put the skeleton back together!

Hella: The teacher said it's to help us understand biological structure... B-But I haven't even figured out how DisCity's writing system works yet—how am I supposed to put together something this complicated?! Please, you have to help me!

System Notifications: However, in the face of so many scattered bone fragments, you, who's no expert yourself, have no idea where to begin either. That is, until you scan the crowd. Your eyes immediately light up.

Chief: Forensica?

System Notifications: Forensica's retreating footsteps come to an abrupt halt.

Forensica: What? You want me to do your kid's homework? Don't even think about it. These bones are too filthy. I want nothing to do with them!

Chief: You just need to guide us a little and tell us where the bones go. That should be fine, right?

Forensica: Tch, what a pain.

System Notifications: Forensica reluctantly approaches, impatiently directing your movements as you work.

Forensica: ...This bone connects here, and that one goes there... Tch, did you gnaw these bones to pieces, brat?

System Notifications: Before long, your clumsy attempts begin to irritate Forensica. Finally, her patience runs dry, her expression turning dark in an instant.

Forensica: Move it! Out of my way, you amateurs. I'll do it myself!

System Notifications: You all stand there, stunned, as Forensica accomplishes in ten minutes what took you half an hour and then some. She leaves behind a perfectly assembled chicken skeleton and strides off without another word.

Hella: Wow... She grumbled and yelled the whole time, but still did all the work for us. She's such a nice person...

⚠⚠⚠ Battle of Disciplines

Forensica appears in the Bureau cafeteria.

System Notifications: Forensica rarely eats with others. The last time she did, you received a complaint that very evening. Someone reported that she had shown her colleagues photos of stomach contents from a corpse during the meal.

System Notifications: So, when she appears in the cafeteria, you're taken aback. But what surprises you even more is who's gathered around her—Iron, Anne, and Uni. The group seems to be talking to a young Sinner about career choices.

Iron: If you ask me, neuroscience is the pinnacle of medical studies. High returns, excellent job prospects... and if you enroll, you might even end up as my junior colleague.

Little Sinner: Oh...

Anne: Nursing is a wonderful choice too. Administering treatments, watching patients recover bit by bit under your care... it's incredibly rewarding.

Little Sinner: Wow!

Uni: What about cosmetic surgery? Eastside is perfect for that kind of business. With the right skills, you'll be raking in money hand over fist.

Little Sinner: Ooh, money!

System Notifications: Forensica, who has been silently pushing food around her plate, finally sets down her utensils.

Forensica: Don't listen to them. Forensic science is the most compassionate field in medicine. It also demands the highest standards.

Uni: And your reasoning?

Forensica: Sure, the workload is brutal, the pay is terrible, the environment is grim, and job openings are scarce... but it has one advantage no other field can match.

Forensica: Simple patient relations. Your patients will never file complaints, let alone show up and cause a scene.

Chief: Indeed... Forget complaints—your clients can't even open their mouths.

Forensica: So you see, forensic science is the best specialization in the medical field. This is an indisputable fact.

• Prompt: Agree
• Chief: I agree with you. Forensic science doesn't come with the security concerns or malpractice disputes other fields deal with.
• Forensica: Exactly. The world of the living is full of lies, noise, and pointless small talk. The dead, however, are completely honest. Dealing with them is far simpler and more efficient.
• Forensica: I knew I was right about you, Chief. You have good judgment.

• Prompt: Disagree
• Chief: But this field demands tremendous mental resilience, doesn't it? I feel like not everyone is cut out for it.
• System Notifications: Forensica shrugs.
• Forensica: If you can't face that much, then it's best you quit early. There's no such thing as an easy field in medical studies.