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Record 1

"That eccentric axe-carrying, brutish Doll?" That was everyone's impression of CZ75 back in her Griffin days. Her lack of communication skills meant that she could not adapt to the changes brought about by Griffin's restructuring. After her friends left Griffin one after another, she too decided to leave in search of a new life.

At first, CZ75 tried a line of work that she knew best-rescue work. She was a Doll made for that purpose, after all. Unfortunately, she encountered the most traumatic accident of her career during her time working at a civilian rescue organization. She failed to save the people who called for her aid while trapped in a pitch-black mineshaft deep in the earth, and she developed a fear of dark, enclosed spaces as a result.

Realizing that she could no longer handle rescue work, she left the organization and drifted aimlessly in search of other jobs to take on. This continued until a chance encounter with an old friend in the troupe that she worked for-Type 97. She had changed her name to Jiangyu by then.

The two had an intense argument with each other before they left Griffin. But now, much time had passed and both Dolls had grown in various ways. CZ75 learned to acknowledge her issues with communication, and even though she was still clumsy, she tried her best to resolve the conflict.

With Daiyan and Zhaohui serving as mediators, this 4-Doll group unexpectedly turned into the place of belonging that CZ75 had been seeking for so long.

Jiangyu came up with a new name for her-Faye. Embracing the fae-like symbolism in a children's book, she would begin a fresh chapter of her life.

Record 2

"I'm partly at fault for this failure too, Type 97." "I should have been calmer, quickly calculated the best route for our operation, and then sent it to you." "You wouldn't have made those rash, reckless decisions if I were faster."

CZ75 was offering these gentle words of persuasion in the dead of night... to a tree.

"It's alright. We'll learn from this experience so that next time, we..."

Her shaky composure broke before she could finish the sentence, and she punched the tree. "But there's no next time!"

CZ75 lost her will to stand and slumped to the ground in a kneeling position.

A bitter argument with Type 97 had ended not long ago. Back then, CZ75 spared no mercy for Type 97, firing a full string of criticisms pointed straight at her mistakes. This resulted in both parties being overwhelmed by negative emotions, which caused the two to cut ties with each other.

"Type 97 probably never wants to see me again." With that thought in mind, CZ75 started aimlessly reenacting what happened before. "It's so easy to come up with these conflict-resolving phrases, so why couldn't I put them into use in front of Type 97?"

"I'm partly at fault for this failure too, Type 97." Recalling the aggrieved look on Type 97's face when they parted, CZ75 started talking to herself again.

Record 3

The civilian rescue organization lamented CZ75's departure. "She was an excellent rescue Doll who absolutely stood out among her peers for her capabilities. Unfortunately, she took on a job that was nearly impossible to complete."

"A mineshaft had collapsed, trapping a squad of bounty hunters in the depths of the earth." "Information about the accident was extremely limited. Under such conditions, only CZ75 managed to crawl in through the obstacles and reach the trapped bounty hunters with supplies in tow, thanks to the small size of her frame."

"It is important to know that the collapse was incredibly complex. Obstructed by abandoned buildings and underground flooding, even the government took five days before finally managing to dig them all out." "There would probably be no survivors at all if CZ75 didn't bring in that initial batch of supplies."

Even so, the accident left CZ75 deeply traumatized.

The civilian rescue organization didn't know what happened in the few days CZ75 spent in the mineshaft, only that she began to suffer severe neural cloud dysfunctions afterward. She would start panicking whenever she entered dark, enclosed spaces, sometimes even crashing as a result.

She blamed herself for most of the deaths when she discovered that there were only a few survivors. She ultimately left the organization despite all the efforts and offers made to convince CZ75 to stay.

The thank-you letters from survivors were still piled up in some unknown warehouse to this day.

Record 4

She remembered the day she spent setting off fireworks with the other three Dolls at a public park. Really, they were just sparklers.

"We received this huge payment thanks to CZ75 managing to rescue the lead actor. Here, go ahead and light them up first." Jiangyu leaned in and shoved two sparklers into her hands.

CZ75 was bewildered. Jiangyu, who used to get into arguments with her all the time, was now warmly leaning against her. How did this shift in attitude even happen? She did not know, but she happily accepted the situation.

She lit up a sparkler and hoisted it high, moving it around in response to cheers from the other Dolls. She felt at ease. More at ease than she ever felt before.

"Miss CZ75, are you planning to join the troupe afterwards?" Daiyan asked her amid the celebration.

Staring at the gradually fading sparkler, CZ75 shook her head.

"I am not planning to become an actor." "I... want to try things in some other places."

As the words of farewell left her lips, she felt as if she was transported back to the day she left Griffin.

Running away from yet another social circle. She had always been doing this, but there was no other way. She followed her heart for this decision-she would rove and wander from place to place until she found a real "place to call home".

Farewell, Dolls of the trou... "Huh? You want to try something else too? That's awesome!"

The farewell scene was completely shattered by a bear hug from Jiangyu. "We're about to leave the troupe as well! We'll form a band and perform wherever we go, but we're still missing a backup performer. You should join us!"

Looks like they both unexpectedly arrived on the same page when it came to the matter of leaving the troupe. Right. One did not necessarily have to be alone as a wanderer.

She was unable to emit any rejections this time. "Why not switch to a name that fits with our style, since we're going to be forming a band together? 'Faye'! How's that?"

"'Faye'?" CZ75 pondered the unfamiliar word.

"Ah, could that be from the story I told you before, from the picture book?" asked Daiyan. "That's right~ The name of the main character from 'Forest of the Flame Fae'. It suits you, don't you think so?" "Well then, Faye. Welcome to Monsoon Squad." Zhaohui extended her hand in greeting. "Wait a minute. When did 'Monsoon' get into the name of our band?" "I came up with it on the spot."

Record 5

"What did the 'Emergency Handbook' say on what to do in this sort of situation...? Oh, right, do not attempt to argue with people who only listen to themselves!"

Jiangyu was arguing with Zhaohui-a common occurrence in Monsoon Squad's rehearsals. Meanwhile, Faye watched from a distance behind them with some admiration in her eyes.

She wasn't admiring the love-hate relationship between the two Dolls. Rather, it was... the "Emergency Handbook", which sounded quite fascinating.

According to Faye's memory, Type 97 wasn't an easy Doll to deal with. Whenever there was a conflict, she would never give up until she came out on top. Yet today, the Doll now named Jiangyu had learned to proactively defuse conflicts.

Was it all thanks to this "Emergency Handbook"?

According to Faye's observations, whenever Jiangyu ran into a problem, she would always manage to find the perfect solution in the "Emergency Handbook". It seemed way more practical than those interpersonal relationship guidebooks from the library! SHE NEEDED ONE TOO!!!

Faye secretly asked Daiyan for a copy of the "Emergency Handbook" after the rehearsal. Faye felt as if she had dug up a heap of treasure as she stared at the hundreds-of-pages-long document in her hands.

Faye managed to annoy Jiangyu with her absent-mindedness the very next day during rehearsal. "Ow! You stepped on my foot! Faye, what the heck are you doing?!"

Faced with her companion's rebuke, Faye showed no embarrassment or anger. Instead, her eyes lit up.

The time had come! Search criteria: mistake, criticism. Search results: When you face criticism as a result of your mistakes, do not argue back. Just act cute and you'll get away with it.

Act cute? Faye tried the following example sentence out loud in her confusion. "Tehepero~ So sorry, Faye is such a klutz!"

And so it was that the day's rehearsal came to an end due to Jiangyu's unstoppable laughing fit. Realizing that the use of such emergency countermeasures had to be adjusted to the user's situation, Faye, still blushing, created a new document with the title "Quick-Reference Communication Handbook".

Record 6

"Why do I get the feeling that you grew taller, Faye?"

"Really?!" Faye seemed unusually delighted by my comment.

"That's weird. Doll bodies don't grow, right? Maybe I had a different impression of you in mind. You're a lot taller than I imagined, Faye."

She nodded profusely. "Of course! I've been a mature Doll for a long time!"

Mature...? I wouldn't agree so easily to that. I didn't say that out loud, of course.

I saw Faye again in the lounge the next day. Huh? Why did she look even taller today?

"Commander!" She approached me eagerly, her face brimming with expectation.

"Good morning, Faye. Did you..." I spoke the second half of the sentence with tentative probing, "...grow taller again?" It was just as I expected. She couldn't suppress her grin any longer.

"Thanks, Commander! I'll keep up the good work!"

Keep up the good work? What was she keeping up the good work for, and how? I obtained the answer to my questions the very next day.

"C-Commander... Good morning!"

So tall!!! She's half a head taller than usual! But why did Faye seem to be swaying unsteadily from side to side, as if she were unable to maintain her balance?

"Are you okay, Faye?" "What? I-I'm fine!"

"Come closer. I want to take a look."

Faye made an attempt to march towards me, but she completely lost her footing almost right away, and she stumbled and fell down. Luckily, I managed to catch her. Faye's body was light, so she felt no heavier than a blanket falling into my arms.

But something bulky fell to the ground. Her shoes.

Both our gazes fell on the shoes. It looked just like a normal pair of long leather boots, but when I looked inside, I saw that the heel of the insole had been made over six inches thick!

"I-I-I'm so sorry, Commander! My shoes don't seem to fit me well today!"

Faye hurriedly picked up her shoes, squirmed out of my embrace, and limped back to her room. She was restored to a reassuring height when I saw her again at night.

Record 7

I agreed to watch a movie with Faye on a free day.

I was planning to pick a martial arts related movie (due to her interests), but she had already watched all the ones we had by herself. After much deliberation, we somehow settled on a horror movie.

It was clear that she had not touched this genre yet.

"Why are they just running away?" "Why are the living scared of the dead?" "They should try to grab some weapons at times like this!"

Faye was disappointed in the weak-willed main character of the horror movie. Whenever the monster suddenly appeared in a jump scare scene, Faye would react with her lightning-quick reflexes and start swinging her axe around before the jump scare even landed for the protagonists.

"Hmph! That thing would have been split in two by now if I were there!" The horror movie didn't scare her, but she found another way to feel involved in it.

The scenes that Faye had been waiting so long for finally showed up in the second half of the movie. The protagonist had the military for help, and said help arrived in the form of well-armed soldiers and armored vehicles. The military's machine guns broke into the protagonist's village and were prepared to eliminate the monster.

Faye nodded rapidly. "Now that's more like it! The movie is approaching its climax anyway, so it's definitely gonna end up with justice prevailing over evil..."

"What the hell? Why are all the soldiers dead?!"

Bullets failed to strike the shapeless, intangible monster. It possessed the soldiers, forcing them to shoot each other. The result was that this particular batch of soldiers perished en route before they even reached the village.

Faye, watching a horror film for the first time, was utterly shaken to the point of speechlessness. She fell silent, and her axe arm trembled slightly. The surreal spectacle of the soldiers slaughtering each other finally managed to instill full-bodied fear in Faye. She curled up into a ball on the sofa, peeking at the screen with one eye out.

"No way... Why would guns lose to a monster?"

I couldn't resist teasing her after watching her stark transformation over the course of the movie. "It's a pity that you weren't there. You would've split that thing in two and saved them all."

Faye shuddered immediately. "I can't do it..."

As expected, the protagonist died at the end of the movie. Faye heaved a sigh of relief when the end credits finally rolled. "Thank goodness, it's finally over..."

"Did you suffer much?"

Faye shook her head. "Not really. I'm just glad that it's all over. No more will die."

"That's a kind thought to have. But still, I'll have to give you this piece of bad news." "Hmm?"

"There's a sequel. Let's watch it together next time." "AAAAAAAA-"

Record 8

"Faye, I'm not dying, I just have a cold."

Confined to the bed with weakness, I was really out of ideas and options on how to comfort Faye. She sat next to my bed, hand on my forehead, as she anxiously watched the numbers from her thermal receptors.

"I know that your life isn't in danger, but prolonged abnormal body temperatures can still cause permanent damage!" "My fever is only 37.8 degrees Celsius, it's not a high fever at all..." "Low fevers are health hazards too. All such problems should be nipped in the bud!"

I don't think there was a need to treat a fever as if it were a building set on fire. But I understood where she was coming from. Faye had seen too many disasters that stemmed from negligence, after all.

"Relax, okay? I just had some medicine, so I'll be fine after a nap."

Faye, now put at some resemblance of ease, removed her hand from my forehead. "Right. You need more rest, Commander. Then... I'll help you fall asleep."

"Oh? What's your plan?" "I'm going to tell you a story."

To be honest, I'd fall asleep quicker on my own. But right now, I was more interested in knowing what Faye was like as a storyteller. "Sure, go ahead."

Faye used both hands to give her cheeks a hard pat. She seemed to be doing this in an effort to organize her thoughts.

"Let me tell you a story from my time in the troupe." Oh right, she did work in a troupe before. Maybe something really interesting would come out of this.

"I've forgotten the background of the story, but the protagonist was called... Well, it was a boy. He grew up with a girl in a town, and one day, they met another boy and a girl." Why did the opening to the story already sound so off?

"The boy argued with the other girl on behalf of the girl, and then he fought with the other boy." "It was an exciting fight! The boy managed to land a straight punch on the other boy's nose, while the other boy immediately returned the favor with a flying kick, before the boy..."

What was this mess of a story even about? I didn't really get it. But this was really good at putting me to sleep...

I felt refreshed when I woke up. My cold was at least 90% gone. How long was I asleep? I opened my eyes to check my watch, but the first thing I saw was Faye's sleeping face right in front of mine.

Curled up on the bed, her tiny frame barely occupied any space next to my pillow. She did not react to my awakening.

She must have run out of battery. Looks like it was quite the long story.

Private Meeting Logs

Faye

Commander, when will you be free? There are some things that I would like to get your opinion on.

It's not an urgent matter, but I would appreciate your help ASAP.

So, will you help me sort things out?

Oh? I'll wait for you in my dorm room, then.