Each chapter contains some extra artwork for it. One for the start, one for the end.
They have a random chance to appear on the title screen after completing the chapter.
- Wounded Hunter -
- Weapon Type: 1H Sword -
The woman was a hunter in a village surrounded by woods. She was not yet an adult when she lost her parents, and her little sister was too young to realize anything had even happened at all.
So she worked on her skills, day in and day out, that she might be able to support her sister. She would not give up — could not give up — and so instead she kept her eyes focused squarely on the future.
Despite her hard life, she was a gentle, reliable soul, and her younger sister cherished her like a mother.
Main outfit.
AS TIME THREATENS TO ESCAPE ME
I CAN NEVER HOPE TO CATCH UP WITH YOU
AS THE SKY THREATENS TO CRASH DOWN
I CAN NEVER HOPE TO GRASP ETERNITY
(A)nother night breaks into dawn
(L)ingering rust clings to my sword
(O)nce I stand, I breathe in cool air
(N)ow begins another hunt
(E)ven though I am still forlorn
Lose one thing, gain another. That's how life works. Everyone experiences partings, but it's how one reacts to that pain that marks where your paths diverge.
The path I chose is one of eternal darkness. I can never again return to the world of light, so I wander in search of revenge for all I've lost.
This is my life — the life of a drifter.
"Maybe I could have saved my sister."
But she died. You can't change the past.
"I will never forgive the kingdom and its soldiers."
Waste of time. Killing them changes nothing.
"They will atone for their crimes with their lives."
You merely seek purpose in a world without your sister.
Fr5:17 Aria for an Empty Night
The darkness in my heart gives me the strength to wield a sword and pluck evil from the world. But on nights when it envelops my soul, I'm seized by a fathomless emptiness. No matter how many times I swing my sword, the precious things I have lost will not return. And that being so, what is the point of everything?
I grit my teeth and ignore it. Precious lives are being stolen again today, which is why I wield my sword.
XX/XX. Can't sleep.
Killed another man today, which made me realize there are countless ways to take a life. That's useless knowledge for people who live normal lives, but for me, it's all I know. That's why I don't count sheep to fall asleep, but victims.
I might have something more trivial, but all I can think of is that I have no answer. I mean, if I could hold my sister in my arms again, then maybe...
No. That asks the impossible.
Hunter: How long has it been since I've visited the beach?
She checks her prosthetics, which are burning in the summer sun.
Hunter: God, it's so hot...
She goes to buy an ice cream to cool down.
Hunter: One ice cream, please.
But the heat from her prosthetic causes the ice cream to melt the second she makes contact with it.
Hunter: Damn.
She catches a drop on her finger and licks it off.
Hunter: Right. I'm going home.
Woman A: Are you YoRHa? Or are you a machine lifeform?
The woman with prosthetic limbs takes a quick glance at her own mechanical arm and leg, and then responds.
Prosthetic Woman: ...Machine? I'm human.
As though perplexed, Woman A covers her own mouth.
Woman A: ...Human? But... No... That can't be...
The conversation pauses as Woman A thinks.
Woman A: Then...could you tell me about something fun I've never heard of? All I've ever done is kill machines, so...
The woman with prosthetic limbs sighs, then softly speaks.
Prosthetic Woman: Human... Now that I think about it, maybe I'm...
"What, for me? You didn't need to give me a present. I'm happy enough watching you grow every day — but thank you. ...Oh, did you make this hairpin? Wow, that's a lot of work."
"Hm? You'll help me put it on."
"It's wonderful. I haven't thought about my hair in years. I hated it when my hair went white, but thanks to you, I..."
"...Huh? ...Oh. It was just a dream."
"I guess it's about that time of year, isn't it? I thought I was over thinking about that kind of thing, but...here we are, I guess."
A brisk breeze blows across a hill overlooking the mountain. Small flowers dance at my feet. It is my duty to protect this world, and when my sister looks up at me and smiles, it is everything.
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Flame. Screams. Pools of blood staining the earth. I was impossibly helpless in the face of this reality. The rictus grins of the violent, horrid soldiers had turned the entire world to black.
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My little sister's laugh echoes in the dark of my soul. "A nightmare. Just a nightmare. That's all it was." My body rejects my hopes, and I run toward the voice that calls me as if trying to shake off a bad dream.
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Once I saw the truth, there was no going back; but there was also nothing waiting for me beyond. Her little smile had always been my hope — and when I shut those eyes for good, revenge became my hope.