Story/Photo Studio Mystery/E1-4 (Part1)/Script

[???] She never bloomed before she met her end. She entered the tomb the way a king would reclaim his lost land.

Even after a layer of dust settled upon the coffin lid, none understood this true virtuoso's bid.

Her loneliness was a never-flowering bud, sprouted amidst brambled thorns in the mud.

Even as days and years flow by, your beauty remains unchanged.

Tokarev: ...Miss PK, what's the situation?

PK: No sign of Miss MDR around the church.

There's no sign of a struggle either.

Lee Enfield: MDR is an exemplary T-Doll. She wouldn't have disappeared without a word.

Tokarev: So what do we do now?

Lee Enfield: Search the whole mansion. We have to find MDR's whereabouts.

Type 56-1: Roger that.

Gr G36c: Understood.

Tokarev: You too. We've got to find Miss MDR.

PPSh-41: G-Got it!

PK: Leave it to us.

STEN MkII: Alright.

Lee Enfield: ...I'm really sorry about this. My team is causing you trouble.

Tokarev: Nyet, you don't have to apologize. This is something beyond your control.

So, should we join the search as well?

Lee Enfield: Yes, of course.

I think I might have an idea.

Tokarev: An idea?

Lee Enfield: Since 56-1 had come across the electrical room earlier, it didn't take us much time to get to it.

MDR had only that amount of time to leave the church, so it can be surmised that she couldn't have gone too far.

If she had been attacked, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that it occurred somewhere near the church.

Tokarev: I see. Such reasoning is full of clarity. You truly live up to your name, Miss Lee.

Then let's hurry up and find her.

Lee Enfield: We don't have to rush.

Visibility was extremely limited in this pitch dark mansion before we restored the power supply. MDR doesn't have night vision equipment with her.

Which means she'd have left traces along the way.

We'll be able to find her by following those traces.

Tokarev: I see your point... Keen observations and an agile mind.

You're just like a certain famous detective, Miss Lee. He also happened to be British. What's his name... Sher...?

Lee Enfield: Sherlock Holmes.

Please don't make fun of me, Tokarev. This is all just simple inductive reasoning.

Tokarev: I'm not making fun of you. I'm just genuinely impressed.

Your presence really is reassuring. While I wasn't aware of your involvement beforehand, I now find myself glad for it.

Lee Enfield: Speaking of which, I've been wondering, Tokarev...

When did you arrive at the mansion?

Tokarev: Not long ago. We'd only just got here when we ran into your team.

We entered through the garden in the back.

Lee Enfield: I see. We came in through the front door at 8pm. No wonder we didn't see each other.

Tokarev: 8pm... That's around the time I received my orders.

Lee Enfield: I find it really strange - questionable even - that the Commander sent you in without telling you anything or waiting for my report.

Tokarev: True, the Commander almost never gives such confusing orders.

We've also been kept completely clueless about the situation in the mansion. Have you discovered anything extraordinary, Miss Lee?

Lee Enfield: All too many.

It's most disconcerting when you find yourself up against something so full of openings.

The most obvious would be the bizarre church. You've seen it, right?

Tokarev: Da...the one bang in the center of the mansion, you mean?

Those wedding gowns sure are gorgeous.

I bet you'll look stunning in one of them.

Lee Enfield: They're gorgeous, yes, but also glaringly suspicious.

Whether it's the works of ghosts or living people, we're very much being mocked.

Tokarev: Indeed... Do you believe in ghosts, Miss Lee?

Lee Enfield: I don't.

Malice is malice, be it from humans or ghosts. Our enemy is simply malice and evil in the collective sense.

Tokarev: How profound. I hope I could be as single-minded and straightforward as you.

[Bang!]

Tokarev: Gunfire!

Lee Enfield: ...!

Lee Enfield here. Report, who fired just now?

Type 56-1: I'm copying, Leader.

Lee Enfield: This is Lee. Report, 56-1.

Type 56-1: We found MDR.

Lee Enfield: Good. Put her through.

I have some questions for her.

Type 56-1: ...

Lee Enfield: ...Is something the matter?

Type 56-1: You'd better come see for yourself...

Lee Enfield: What's wrong?

Type 56-1: To put it simply...

She crashed.

We can't reboot her neural cloud.

Lee Enfield: Where are you?

Type 56-1: We're all—

Pzzzt—

Pzzzzzzt—

Tokarev: Miss Lee! It's an electronic assault!

Lee Enfield: Stay where you are!

I'm coming right now!