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==Record 1==

A high-end elite Doll formerly from Griffin that used the codename DP-12. Due to Helen's extensive in a variety of companies prior to joining Griffin, she possessed interpersonal insight and social acumen far exceeding that of an average Doll. Thus, she would often serve as a mediator and a listening ear back in Griffin, providing guidance to Dolls who had lost their way both on and off the battlefield.

Yet beneath her composed and reliable exterior lies an unexpectedly mischievous and headstrong nature. She delights in playing harmless pranks on her companions—a ghost story told vividly deep into the night, or a surprise for the Commander waiting just around the corner... Her companions aboard the Elmo were always caught off guard by Helen's sudden tricks due to how trusted she was in daily life.

During the turbulent days surrounding Griffin's disbandment, Helen, driven by a yearning for stability, chose to comply with the arrangements of management alongside her bosom friend Dushevnaya, and they were ultimately reassigned to Mangi Security.

She displayed exceptional capability amidst the chaos, consistently bringing order to messy situations. Helen did not resent combat, not did she relish it. To her, combat was simply a means to an end, a necessary action taken to protect normalcy. The everyday moments were what she cherished—casual chats with companions at the dinner table, or folk tale shared on a quiet afternoon.

Although Helen appeared capable of everything and always able to offer reliable counsel, she rarely revealed her innermost thoughts. She is like a thick, warm book—only those closest and most trusted may turn its pages, and discover, beneath her calm exterior, a deep yearning for "home" and "belonging".

Now, having returned to the Commander's side, Helen has vowed to safeguard their new home together.

"Helen shall provide you total protection—from body to soul, Commander."

==Record 2==

Helen could often be spotted in the Elmo's lounge, sometimes with a thick paperback book in her hands, or sometimes reading through swathes of paranormal material on a terminal. To Helen, the stories passed down by humanity through generations of oral history made for the most interesting way to understand the human "heart".

"...Within certain ancient, abandoned theatres or bell towers... there lurked mutant ELIDs named 'Phantom Echoes'. They had no physical form, and their only goal in existence was to collect human... and Doll voices—joyful laughter, sorrowful sobs, and furious roars... perhaps even sweet whispers between lovers."

On an afternoon drizzled with the pitter-patter of rain, Helen was sharing a recently discovered ghost story with the Dolls. Her voice was steady and gentle, yet it possessed a sort of unique magnetism that imbued the eerie, quiet ambience of the story with unsettling vividness.

"Did they... only collect voices?" Suomi subconsciously started hugging the cushion in her arms even more tightly.

"At first, yes." Helen nodded, as if recounting a part of a true story. "But when they finished collecting every kind of sound that humans and Dolls could make, they began to desire sounds that did not exist. They would lure in lost travelers with imitated music that sounded like a broken, distorted music box piece. If you hear them... do NOT respond."

"Hmph! I'm not going to be spooked by some scaremonging story!" Papasha puffed out her chest in confidence, putting up a brave front, yet her body betrayed her words as she quietly shifted closer to Suomi.

Just then, shortly after Papasha finished her sentence, an ethereal, slightly off-key music box tune began to drift into their ears from some corner of the lounge. The two little Dolls instantly froze in place, their faces pale with horror. Helen watched their reactions, a nearly imperceptible smile starting to appear on her face. She silently crept behind the two Dolls, then whispered softly into their ears.

"Shhhh... They're here to collect your voices..." as Helen softly traced an ice-cold fingertip across the back of their necks.

"Kyaaaaaaaa—!" The two Dolls screamed as loudly as a blaring alarm and blasted out of the lounge like launched torpedoes.

"Eh? Why did Papasha and Suomi run away?" Vepley walked up to Helen with Mr. Pizza in her arms. Mr. Pizza was emitting the eerie piece of music that everyone heard.

"I wanted to show them the new accompaniment I installed in Mr. Pizza! What do you think? Doesn't it feel retro?"

Helen smiled as she closed her book. She turned to Dushevnaya, who was still gazing at her with a tinge of curiosity in her eyes, and added an alternative ending in a soft voice.

"Yet the legend does mention something else—if you can tell them an unforgettable story, then in return, they will serve as your most loyal guardians forevermore."

==Record 3==

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 ==Record 1==
+A high-end elite Doll formerly from Griffin that used the codename DP-12. Due to Helen's extensive in a variety of companies prior to joining Griffin, she possessed interpersonal insight and social acumen far exceeding that of an average Doll. Thus, she would often serve as a mediator and a listening ear back in Griffin, providing guidance to Dolls who had lost their way both on and off the battlefield.
+Yet beneath her composed and reliable exterior lies an unexpectedly mischievous and headstrong nature. She delights in playing harmless pranks on her companions—a ghost story told vividly deep into the night, or a surprise for the Commander waiting just around the corner... Her companions aboard the Elmo were always caught off guard by Helen's sudden tricks due to how trusted she was in daily life.
+During the turbulent days surrounding Griffin's disbandment, Helen, driven by a yearning for stability, chose to comply with the arrangements of management alongside her bosom friend Dushevnaya, and they were ultimately reassigned to Mangi Security.
+She displayed exceptional capability amidst the chaos, consistently bringing order to messy situations. Helen did not resent combat, not did she relish it. To her, combat was simply a means to an end, a necessary action taken to protect normalcy. The everyday moments were what she cherished—casual chats with companions at the dinner table, or folk tale shared on a quiet afternoon.
+Although Helen appeared capable of everything and always able to offer reliable counsel, she rarely revealed her innermost thoughts. She is like a thick, warm book—only those closest and most trusted may turn its pages, and discover, beneath her calm exterior, a deep yearning for "home" and "belonging".
+Now, having returned to the Commander's side, Helen has vowed to safeguard their new home together.
+"Helen shall provide you total protection—from body to soul, Commander."
 ==Record 2==
+Helen could often be spotted in the Elmo's lounge, sometimes with a thick paperback book in her hands, or sometimes reading through swathes of paranormal material on a terminal. To Helen, the stories passed down by humanity through generations of oral history made for the most interesting way to understand the human "heart".
+"...Within certain ancient, abandoned theatres or bell towers... there lurked mutant ELIDs named 'Phantom Echoes'. They had no physical form, and their only goal in existence was to collect human... and Doll voices—joyful laughter, sorrowful sobs, and furious roars... perhaps even sweet whispers between lovers."
+On an afternoon drizzled with the pitter-patter of rain, Helen was sharing a recently discovered ghost story with the Dolls. Her voice was steady and gentle, yet it possessed a sort of unique magnetism that imbued the eerie, quiet ambience of the story with unsettling vividness.
+"Did they... only collect voices?" Suomi subconsciously started hugging the cushion in her arms even more tightly.
+"At first, yes." Helen nodded, as if recounting a part of a true story. "But when they finished collecting every kind of sound that humans and Dolls could make, they began to desire sounds that did not exist. They would lure in lost travelers with imitated music that sounded like a broken, distorted music box piece. If you hear them... do NOT respond."
+"Hmph! I'm not going to be spooked by some scaremonging story!" Papasha puffed out her chest in confidence, putting up a brave front, yet her body betrayed her words as she quietly shifted closer to Suomi.
+Just then, shortly after Papasha finished her sentence, an ethereal, slightly off-key music box tune began to drift into their ears from some corner of the lounge. The two little Dolls instantly froze in place, their faces pale with horror. Helen watched their reactions, a nearly imperceptible smile starting to appear on her face. She silently crept behind the two Dolls, then whispered softly into their ears.
+"Shhhh... They're here to collect your voices..." as Helen softly traced an ice-cold fingertip across the back of their necks.
+"Kyaaaaaaaa—!" The two Dolls screamed as loudly as a blaring alarm and blasted out of the lounge like launched torpedoes.
+"Eh? Why did Papasha and Suomi run away?" Vepley walked up to Helen with Mr. Pizza in her arms. Mr. Pizza was emitting the eerie piece of music that everyone heard.
+"I wanted to show them the new accompaniment I installed in Mr. Pizza! What do you think? Doesn't it feel retro?"
+Helen smiled as she closed her book. She turned to Dushevnaya, who was still gazing at her with a tinge of curiosity in her eyes, and added an alternative ending in a soft voice.
+"Yet the legend does mention something else—if you can tell them an unforgettable story, then in return, they will serve as your most loyal guardians forevermore."
 ==Record 3==