Yugu

The subject's special power allows her to *create* and *record* stories through narration, projecting people or objects influenced by her Mania into these narratives. The degree of projection depends on her mental strength and the physical capabilities of those being projected. There has been at least one documented case where a person's entire existence was directly and completely projected into her story. Within these narratives, she serves as the *controller* who can alter characters' bodies and even their destinies, though using this ability depletes her own willpower. Staying in the subject's story world for too long may potentially affect a person's existence in reality.

Under the subject's influence, her Mania-plagued friend fell apart in illness and became a Corruptor. Upon witnessing this tragedy of a wonderful person meeting ultimate destruction, the subject suddenly realized this was what she had been seeking all along. Wanting to hear her friend's stories, in a moment of frenzy, the subject awakened the ability to resurrect her friend within her own fictional reality.

Moderate degree of corruption, with partial deformation in the oral cavity. She is mostly lucid and can lead a normal daily life, though in rare instances when her fervor turns uncontrollable, she could suddenly become overly immersed in her narratives.

A mysterious storyteller from Eastia who has gained widespread acclaim in DisCity for her vivid and ingenious tales.
After careful verification, the subject has been identified as the primary culprit responsible for introducing the Mania-infected wisteria into DisCity, posing a serious threat to the city and its residents. When confronted with these accusations, the subject claimed to have no malicious intent, stating she was merely seeking *the end of the story*.

During her detention, the subject has displayed a cooperative attitude and actively assisted all investigations. Although findings indicate she still has an unhealthy obsession with tragic narratives, under Chief's guidance, she has not exhibited any further extreme behaviors. The two reached an agreement during her interrogation, and she now views Chief as essential to fulfilling her artistic pursuits, expressing willingness to remain voluntarily under the Bureau's supervision.

After the wisteria fete concluded, the subject voluntarily remained in DisCity and did not resist the MBCC's apprehension and supervision, actively cooperating with all investigations. When questioned about her motives, she claimed she had developed an interest in DisCity and Chief, though the veracity of this statement is still to be determined.

The subject was born into a prestigious family in Eastia. Her parents worked in artistic fields and maintained a harmonious relationship. Growing up in a happy and loving family, she received an excellent education, read extensively, and never experienced significant setbacks. Because happiness came too easily, she lacked a concrete understanding of the idea of hardship.

The subject's family later relocated to escape the frequent disasters. During their flight, she witnessed the true face of catastrophe outside of books for the first time. The despair and suffering of people shook her immensely, marking the beginning of her later obsession with tragic destruction.

After recognizing her obsession with tragedy, she decided to embark on journeys, constantly seeking out cities in turmoil. She collected the stories of their downfall, which she would then dramatize and retell. Over time, her reputation as a storyteller became an urban legend that spread throughout Eastia and eventually reached DisCity after diplomacy between the two regions was established. Currently, she voluntarily remains at the Minos Bureau of Crisis Control, claiming she wishes to stay near Chief to witness the city's ending.

During the early period of detention, the subject adapted well, maintaining her customary unhurried pace of life. The Bureau's library became her most frequented location, where the rich collection of DisCity stories provided her with abundant inspiration for her tragic narratives.

The subject is considerably knowledgeable about flower planting, yet plants under her care inexplicably wither. Unlike other Sinners who lack gardening skills, she is not discouraged by this outcome. Rather, she takes pleasure in it, finding a unique beauty in withered plants.

During her free time, the subject seems to maintain friendly relationships with most people in the Bureau and enjoys chatting with other Sinners to collect their stories. Additionally, she regularly holds storytelling sessions where she adapts and narrates new tales she has gathered.

The subject habitually compiles her travel accounts and collected stories into bound volumes. Starting with the first volume about a *storyteller leaving her home*, she plans to chronicle everything until the day she meets her own destruction. After deciding to remain at the Bureau, she's added a blank page at the end of her collection, reserved for documenting the ending she and Chief will meet together.

[Yugu is watching a compilation of viral food videos.]

Yugu: Sticky tofu coffee, cough syrup noodles... Chief, do enlighten me, why do humans persist in seeking novel methods to torment themselves?

• Prompt: Well... some people might genuinely enjoy these.
• Yugu: Indeed you're right. Such vast differences between humans... That's what keeps the fascinating tales eternally unfolding.
• Yugu: 😏😏😏

• Prompt: Interested in trying them?
• Yugu: These combinations are quite intriguing indeed, but what holds greater significance is having you try them with me, dear Chief.
• Yugu: 😉😉😉

[Under Yugu's request, you finish listening to her latest tale.]

Yugu: What are your thoughts on the ending, Chief?

• Prompt: A haunting tragedy that's hard to forget.
• Yugu: Indeed... The world changes, and hearts reveal their fickleness. Watching someone stray from their true path... such tragedies never fail to pierce the heart.
• Yugu: 😏😏😏

• Prompt: They each found their own path. Even in separation, there is no need for sorrow.
• Yugu: You always have such a fascinating perspective on my endings. Would you care to hear another tale next time?
• Yugu: 😏😏😏

[Yugu has tidied her writing desk, arranging it neatly. Fresh brushes and newly ground ink sit ready at hand.]

Yugu: The ink has run dry and the old scroll grown still. This story too... should be turned to a new page.

• Prompt: And what story will you spin this time?
• Yugu: Perhaps the one unfolding as we speak. How does that sound?
• Yugu: 😘

• Prompt: Do you already have a new story in mind?
• Yugu: Hehe, a willing ear is all I need now for it to bloom.
• Yugu: 😏

⚠ Midnight Worker

You receive a complaint from a staff member.

System Notifications: You receive a complaint from a staff member—"I keep getting pulled into strange alternate dimensions at midnight to act as an NPC in horror stories. Working both day and night shifts is really wearing me out."

• Prompt: Talk to Yugu

⚠ The Anonymous Donor

You discover some unfamiliar books in the library.

System Notifications: You find several plainly bound volumes of *Eastian Folk Tales* on the library shelves. Staff mentions these were donated by a Sinner free of charge.

• Prompt: Review the content first

⚠⚠ Yugu's Troubles

Something seems to be troubling Yugu.

Yugu: Sigh...

System Notifications: Across the dining table, Yugu picks up her chopsticks only to set them down again, letting out a long, weary sigh. You pause your meal and look up at her.

• Prompt: What's wrong?

Yugu: Ever since joining the Bureau, I've barely seen our little herbalist. But we used to run into each other all the time at the fete.

Yugu: In all my years of wandering, I've made but a few close acquaintances. After all we've been through together, I thought we had forged a bond through our shared tribulations.

Yugu: Alas... how delicate are the ties that bind us together as people.

Chief: There must be a reason for this.

System Notifications: You recall running into Wuhuanzi in the hallway the other day, when she voiced relevant concerns...

Wuhuanzi: My friend, here at the Bureau... I aim to steer clear of any entanglements with that taleteller.

• Prompt: Ask about the reason

Wuhuanzi: Nothing good ever comes from crossing paths with her. Well... I mean, I'm terribly unlucky even without her around, but that's a different kind of misfortune altogether.

Wuhuanzi: Not only does she drag me into bizarre tales without warning, but I have to listen to all her disturbing accounts. It's always about destruction this, death that, and horrifying monsters...

Wuhuanzi: With my awful luck, despite all my wandering, in this vast world we somehow always end up in the same place. And now we're even working together at the Bureau...

Wuhuanzi: If I can't stand against her, I'll simply steer clear. And if avoidance isn't an option... well, I can always just stay in my room, right?

System Notifications: Afterward, Wuhuanzi recounts several of her miserable experiences to you.

• Prompt: Reason with Yugu

Chief: Wuhuanzi has been through a lot of hardships. She needs time at the Bureau to find her emotional footing. When she's ready, perhaps she'll be able to face you properly.

Chief: Ahem... Just because you find someone interesting doesn't mean you should keep pulling them into your stories. You need to consider how they feel about it.

System Notifications: Yugu gives you a meaningful look.

⚠⚠ A Different Beauty

The Bureau hosts a floral arrangement competition. One entry stands out from the rest.

System Notifications: The Bureau is holding a flower arrangement competition. Both Sinners and staff members are eligible to vote by placing their provided rose into the vase in front of their chosen creation.

System Notifications: While everyone buzzes with excitement about who might win first place, you suddenly notice an arrangement of wilted flowers—and behind it stands Yugu, looking perfectly composed.

• Prompt: Ask for details

Chief: Did something go wrong with your arrangement?

Yugu: Nothing went wrong at all.

Chief: Then...

Yugu: This is exactly what I intend to present.

System Notifications: While other arrangements draw crowds of admirers, Yugu's creation stands in silent solitude. You step forward and place your rose in the vase before her piece.

Yugu: Heh, there's no need for a sympathy vote. There's beauty to be found in wilted life, and I believe... I'm not the only one who can appreciate such beauty.

System Notifications: To your surprise, Yugu's arrangement advances all the way to the top four.

Chief: Is this what they call "art"?

⚠⚠⚠ Binge in Moderation

The equipment in the Darkroom has been running all night. You go to investigate.

System Notifications: Supervision System:
Electronic equipment in the Darkroom has been running for over 8 hours. Go and check?

• Prompt: Yes

System Notifications: You step into the Darkroom. Illuminated dimly, the face of a captivated Sinner is bathed in the glow emanating from the large screen.

Chief: Yugu?

Yugu: Ah, you're here? Your timing is perfect, simply perfect.

System Notifications: Before you can react, Yugu pulls you in front of the screen. Her slender hands press down on your shoulders, guiding you to sit beside her.

Yugu: I have been catching up on a popular DisCity reality show about matters of the heart. To my utter astonishment, I have been utterly captivated—an entire night has slipped away as if in a fleeting breath. I find myself unable to break free from its spell.

System Notifications: You try to get a word in, but Yugu continues with growing enthusiasm.

Yugu: Love, timeless as it is, who can truly claim to know its depths? Before these lenses, all is laid bare—the heartbroken maidens, the lovesick men, the beauties and their admirers, their unspoken desires, and their secret obsessions.

Yugu: Yet, the true treasure lies in that poignant epiphany, where ardor yields to the realization that they were destined for divergent journeys, their paths merely crossing briefly to paint their youth with splendor—

Yugu: Like flowers that must wither, their parting is already written in stone. Oh, what a heartbreaking tale of modern love! Won't you stay and witness their final moments with me?

• Prompt: Sure.
• System Notifications: Yugu makes you watch the entire show with her. It feels like you've been forced to work an extra shift—your whole body aches from sitting through it all.
• Chief: Maybe it's time to enable parental controls and limit Yugu's screen time.

• Prompt: Politely decline
• Chief: If the ending is already set in stone, what's the point of watching?
• Yugu: Happy endings are not rare in this world, yet it's the tragedies that echo through time. Only regret can make one's soul tremble, leaving its mark forever etched in memory—
• System Notifications: As Yugu's narrative grows more impassioned, the room temperature seems to rise with her fervor. You struggle to your feet and inch towards the door.
• Chief: Let's not overdo the binge-watching. The poor device deserves a break.

⚠⚠⚠ Unusual Tear-Jerking Criteria

You find Yugu in the library.

System Notifications: Passing by the library corridor, you catch the distinct scent of incense. Following the fragrance, you find Yugu gently waving her folding fan, completely engrossed in a magazine.

Chief: When she's not speaking, she really does fit everyone's image of a refined Eastian lady.

System Notifications: But then, without warning, two glistening tears trace their way down Yugu's cheeks.

• Prompt: Speak up and ask

Chief: Yugu, are you alright?

Yugu: Ah, how unseemly of me to display such emotions... Please forgive my impropriety.

Chief: What are you reading? Must be quite moving to bring you to tears.

System Notifications: Yugu holds up the magazine with both hands, revealing its boldly printed title—*Inside DisCity*.

Chief: I remember this magazine. They love to blow trivial matters way out of proportion, making mountains out of molehills and turning a three-line story into a three-page drama.

• Prompt: Ask what moved her to tears

Yugu: As the world deteriorates and authentic suffering remains unseen, this magazine is awash with mere trivial gossip. Is that not worthy of bitter laughter?

Yugu: This grand edifice, beautiful on the outside yet hollow within... Oh, how magnificent it would be when it crumbles! Just imagining that scene makes me... absolutely thrilled.

• Prompt: Agree
• Chief: Pardon my concern. I see those were tears of... pleasure.

• Prompt: Disagree
• Chief: Perhaps that's why we exist—to create a world where people only need to worry about life's little things.
• Yugu: You truly are a fascinating soul... Ha...

Yugu's silken veils cascade over charcoal robes embroidered with twilight sigils. Crawling ink-script murmurs forgotten bestiaries across her hem.

Her brush scribes realms where flames devour dreams, where each stroke births strange tales.