Thus gathered have the stones to raise a mountain.

Yet where lies the green, its placement so rightful upon the mountains? A glacial cold permeates a corner of heart mine.

Rocks are mired in the grasps of the red thing still.

Unchanged are its motions, swinging and lashing the rocks with abandon—or casting them far away.

Yet, the head that had once wavered so is visible no more.

Nay, the stone is now rooted steadfast into the earth, and the rotund sphere has transfigurated into a deltoidal triangle;

an accurate assessment would state as such—while the head remains still, the wavering has ceased.

What stable form, what stalwart balance it has attained.

Indeed, at the edge of change was evolution found for this entity.

Yet even evolution is no deliverance from torpidity.

The entity’s tranquility, a consequence of electing immobility with stability, is no assiduity at all.

I know not what movement shall it take at the end’s end.

Should its motions cease, so too shall it suspend its sentience.

When, in the end, all comes to cease, it cannot be said any longer that it lives.

How unideal, how odd.

Such is all I have to say.

- The fluid sac has grown large on the previously observed insectoid entity with a translucent body.

- With the increased volume of internal fluid in this entity, it may be distinguished from the previously observed entities by the fact that the outline of its organs are no longer clearly visible.

- For the same aforementioned reason, it has been observed that using its internal fluid as a means of attack, proportionally speaking, no longer shrinks its reserves significantly.

- A new organ that connects its head to its back has been observed. It is reminiscent of scales, waves, or diaphanous veil.

- A new behavioral pattern has been observed in which it consumes an unknown substance from human brains via a passage that may be assumed to be an oral organ.

- It was speculated that the entity was using parts or blood of the said organ as nutrients, but such was not the case. However, increase in its internal fluid has been observed immediately after the consumption.

- The fluid filling its body cannot properly be defined within the confines of chemical compositions. On sight and on touch, the fluid has a distinctive property of strongly stimulating the memories of negative past events.

- … Mental state that may be evaluated as ‘negative’ has been continuing long after contact.

- It still remains unpleasant.

Bloody hell, why’s it gotta be my job to write this report?

I didn’t feel like writing it myself, so I was going to ask someone to do it for me. Had I known this was going to be my responsibility, there’s no way in hell I would’ve accepted bein’ his assistant or whatever.

… Well, what have I got to say? Looks like he’s just as much of a pain in the arse as he was as a human.

His outfit didn’t change much, but his neck got stretched out like some broccoli with eyeballs in its head.

Oh, maybe the outfit did change. There were those shadowy hand-like things stuck all over ‘im.

He’s… putting up quite the challenge. Shootin’ laser beams from his head…

Absorbing something and siphoning our energy…

Oh, and he’s been observing us through the whole mess, too. I guess these habits die hard, even after he's distorted.

And once he observed us for a while… how should I put this? Yeah, his attacks hurt more. As though he’s analyzing our weaknesses.

… And that’s pretty much it for the changes. Bloke’s just as irritatingly eloquent as ever.

You know what, though? He sure is bloody pompous, but I don’t know if he really is that much of a bastard.

I’ve been feeling something familiar goin’ on between the researchers here while I worked as his assistant.

It’s like a bond, of sorts… kinda like… the same family-like solidarity I’ve felt before when I was a part of that Backstreets Syndicate.

And… if we’re being honest here, even you lot don’t ever take my suggestions seriously, do you?

But he does. Whatever dumb suggestion I make, he listens earnestly. Sure, he’ll shut me down, but at least he’ll listen before he does and explain why I'm wrong. He doesn't just look away pretendin’ I didn’t say anything.

He’s not gonna bite it from a Distortion or whatever experiment this is.

So… let’s bring ‘im back.

It’s what we do best, innit?

→ Damn, now that’s unexpected. I thought you two’d be like oil and water. I guess you grew pretty fond of Hohenheim, huh?

→ We’ve all been too hard on him, that’s why… Alright! Heath, if ya need anyone to lend ya an ear, come to me. How’s that?

→ Rodya, aren’t you the one who always 'ignores' Heathcliff's inputs…?

→ W-well, that’s because Dante told me to~

Recording the information gained from an encounter with the entity.
Article 11, Paragraph 2 states that I am to categorize it as an Abnormality.
When first faced with the Sinners, the Abnormality showed no signs of hostility. Instead, it initiated direct communication through the psyche.
Out of all the languages I knew, the Abnormality appeared to use my most commonly spoken one. I did not see any sound-producing organs such as the mouth or vocal cords in motion.
“Bring Snow White.” This is what the Abnormality said. A report on the former L Corp. I analyzed after disengagement suggests that it has a connection with F-04-42.
In addition, I discovered a corpse that seemed to belong to the staff that arrived here before us for preliminary investigation. Their ID confirmed that they were from the Operations Planning department, so we retrieved the remains and left the scene before a battle could break out.
Concluding the report.

Recording the information gained from encountering the entity in battle.
Article 11, Paragraph 3 states that I am to designate its risk level as WAW. This is based on the managerial procedures retrieved from the branch facility.
I will describe its behavior during combat.
It attacks using growths of vines. It wraps its vines around itself as well, forming a shape that resembles a dress; it is possible that it believes itself to be a “noble”.
Its vines are used in a variety of ways, such as persistently stabbing one Sinner and rising from the floor to injure multiple Sinners.
In addition, its sturdy exterior made it difficult to damage.
In one battle where many Sinners were lost, we managed to remove one of its arms. (As I could most aptly describe.) I found then that it could no longer perform the attack that targeted every Sinner.
I will record any additional discoveries I observe in future encounters.
Concluding the report.

Recording an additional significant discovery.
We were able to remove its head during an encounter.
While we did not initially consider the head a target as its height was considerably higher than the Sinners’ reach, Heathcliff’s unstoppable advance provided a helpful clue.
We were able to successfully destroy the head. Although Heathcliff’s head was destroyed as well, it should be a negligible loss as it is a renewable asset.
It continued to move and attack despite the lack of a head, but we found that its exterior significantly softened.
Removing its “limbs” became a much more manageable task.
Even though the head grew back after a period of time, the removal of its arms and legs in the meantime freed us from the threat of powerful attacks for the rest of the operation.
Concluding the report.

I was ordered to describe facts about this in detail.
So I observed.
Placed on a wooden pedestal that seemed as though it was woven from fibers of muscles was a large stone plate.
As I approached it, its compartments of bricks began to rattle.
Seized by curiosity, I attempted to step closer for a better look...
Alas, my colleagues strongly discouraged me from doing so, so I turned away.
One thing I can say with confidence is that it was likely a tool for predicting a date of some kind, judging from the many letters carved on the bricks.
Such is all I have to say.
→ Those letters are from an ancient language. If Yi Sang's depiction is correct, that plate is almost certainly a calendar.

I had an opportunity to engage it in combat.
Though it may have been less than pleasant as an observer to see the object of study sustain damage, more discoveries could be had in the behaviors it displayed during battle.
It summoned a number of flesh dolls wearing stone masks made of what I believe is the same mineral as the plate.
By 'offering' these dolls to the plate, I was able to observe a change in its shape.
The rattling bricks gradually widened, and I could see red muscle fibers and strange spatial extensions...or such.
I can't say for sure how drastic the change will be, but an observable trend is that it's becoming more and more ominous.
Such is all I have to say.
→ Why the hell did you put me in instead of those masked blokes? You damned clockhead, I'll #%^&@[The rest is neatly censored with a correction tape.]
→ Dante made the right choice. From what I can see, it seems that those flesh dolls, or "clay dolls," can't be offered up while they're alive. The only other option we have is to sacrifice Sinners.
→ And why does that have to be me @(##$[The rest is neatly censored with a correction tape.]

I had an opportunity to be offered to this.
I am about to describe the disconcerting, wet, and abnormal experience here.
I took unwavering steps forward as the choice was reasonable. I had no reason to fear, for I would be brought back to life even if I were to perish.
I did not feel the death, so to speak. Though I have experienced death many times in battle, I was not subjected to the sort of pain or flashing disarray that normally accompanies a demise that time. It simply felt as though I was being transported to a different location.
It may be the universe or some other dimension.
My own body and voice couldn't be perceived by my senses. Perhaps my eyes had gone and I became part of that place.
There, I may have seen the end. You could say it was a doomsday I witnessed.
No perhaps I may have been the end and the doomsday I was present at the end but not existent and while it may be misleading to say that it was there but even still I witnessed man and sky and earth tear into thousands of pieces
[The rest is neatly censored with a correction tape.]
→ I had Yi Sang talk with the recovery staff from After Team for a moment. His psychological corruption seems rather severe. Dante, I think we should refrain from making our observers directly experience these events from now on.

Recording the information gained from an encounter with the entity.
Article 11, Paragraph 2 states I am to categorize it as an Abnormality.
Article 11, Paragraph 2, Addendum 3 states I am to categorize it as a subordinate entity of the stone plate Abnormality.
It wore a mask that resembled a crude diver's helmet. It appeared to be made of a stone with high hardness, its exterior well polished.
Correction: rather than polished, it appears to have been "made that way". I was unable to detect any signs of artificial processing.
Its body resembled muscle fibers. The lack of skin or other protective surface makes it appear highly fragile, but a large number of these entities are expected to be more difficult to deal with.
Concluding the report.
I will report findings from a direct confrontation next time.

I encountered the entity in battle.
Article 11, Paragraph 3 states I am to designate its risk level as TETH.
I will describe its behavior during combat.
The entities appear to use their thin yet elastic body for quick attacks.
They often charged into Sinners and grabbed their target tight. They were difficult to remove, and a few lives were lost due to their persistence.
As stated in the previous report, the entity appears to be closely related to the stone plate Abnormality. When the entities were killed and 'offered' to the stone plate Abnormality, a change in the plate's shape could be observed.
In addition, the masks of these entities gradually changed accordingly.
Faust is curious. I should make it my next task to study the extent of this transformation.
Concluding the report.
→ Um, hello, aren't you forgetting to mention the part where they hug us and belch fire? One of them burnt all my hair.
→ Hey Faust! Can't we sell these heads to an antique shop? Don't they look pretty pricey?

I observed the full extent of its changes.
Its mask had two forms it could assume.
While not as impressive as the four states the stone plate Abnormality could take, there was an undeniable connection between them.
It seems to be able to generate fire from within the mask. An autopsy after battle revealed no combustible materials stored inside, suggesting that the fire was not created via physical means.
No further discoveries were made.
...A shame, Faust was hoping to learn more things.
→ You made me stand guard for hours while you dissected their bodies, try to be happy with what you got.

Recording the information gained from an encounter with the entity.
Article 11, Paragraph 2 states I am to categorize it as an Abnormality.
Article 11, Paragraph 2, Addendum 3 states I am to categorize it as a subordinate entity of the stone plate Abnormality.
It wore a mask that resembled a crude diver's helmet. It appeared to be made of a stone with high hardness, its exterior well polished.
Correction: rather than polished, it appears to have been "made that way". I was unable to detect any signs of artificial processing.
Its body resembled muscle fibers. The lack of skin or other protective surface makes it appear highly fragile, but a large number of these entities are expected to be more difficult to deal with.
Concluding the report.
I will report findings from a direct confrontation next time.

I encountered the entity in battle.
Article 11, Paragraph 3 states I am to designate its risk level as TETH.
I will describe its behavior during combat.
The entities appear to use their thin yet elastic body for quick attacks.
They often charged into Sinners and grabbed their target tight. They were difficult to remove, and a few lives were lost due to their persistence.
As stated in the previous report, the entity appears to be closely related to the stone plate Abnormality. When the entities were killed and 'offered' to the stone plate Abnormality, a change in the plate's shape could be observed.
In addition, the masks of these entities gradually changed accordingly.
Faust is curious. I should make it my next task to study the extent of this transformation.
Concluding the report.
→ Um, hello, aren't you forgetting to mention the part where they hug us and belch fire? One of them burnt all my hair.
→ Hey Faust! Can't we sell these heads to an antique shop? Don't they look pretty pricey?

I observed the full extent of its changes.
Its mask had two forms it could assume.
While not as impressive as the four states the stone plate Abnormality could take, there was an undeniable connection between them.
It seems to be able to generate fire from within the mask. An autopsy after battle revealed no combustible materials stored inside, suggesting that the fire was not created via physical means.
No further discoveries were made.
...A shame, Faust was hoping to learn more things.
→ You made me stand guard for hours while you dissected their bodies, try to be happy with what you got.

It happened while I was passing by a jungle.
It was a dense green wilderness full of tall flowers and trees, as well as outlandish bees and butterflies.
You can find all kinds of unfathomably strange creatures in a place like that.
For example... That flower.
It's said that a plant can't normally move on its own. One it takes root, it stays there for the rest of its life.
That's what people consider a major difference between plants and animals.
But those "plants" were like a pack of rabid beasts.
A group of them charged at us, raising their teethed flowers like it was their head.
Their roots morphed into limbs that no longer serve the original purpose, and there didn't seem to be any space in their bodies for storing nutrients.
Yet, those scrawny stems were hungrily seeking the missing sustenance.
Continuously shoving things into the mouth, despite being unable to absorb any of it...
What an odd creature that was.

It resembled a rock.
I am uncertain how an object of its mass is able to move. Its appearance could not be any less adherent to laws of science, but when I look back, it might have been an inherently scientific object after all.
It would levitate in the air and stay still.
It rolled its eyeball lodged in the center. And when it felt like it, it would ram into some persons.
I am not yet sure what motivates it to move. Even so, I wonder if it's necessary to learn its reasons at all.
It's possible that this pebble is alive.
No one would call it an organism, but by the same token, I may not be alive if no one refers to me as such.
Perhaps it was simply a matter of laziness.
We were lazy to think that it mustn't be what it thought to be.
That pebble is probably a lazy living being.
And the same could be said of me.

You want me to talk about that pointed thing, aye?
Thing's shaped like a dried tentacle... There was some kind of red liquid in the middle.
Smacked it a couple times with my bat, and the lanky thing was a bit more durable it seemed.
Bigger problem, though... That thing's got a weird way of attacking.
It prods poor sods with its long snout, and... It starts shooting that red water into the body!
It gives me a heartburn like I had some hard stuff on an empty stomach... 's irritating...and suffocating...
A-Anyway, it makes you feel all weird. Makes you mad over wee stuff.
Some even blew up after getting hit by that juice. I really don't want that happening to me.
→ Weren't you always prone to getting mad over the smallest things?
→ Don't piss me off.

Last time I wrote an observation log, I was a kid, so I'm not sure if I'm up to this, but...
I guess orders are orders.
So, uhh... Start with describing its appearance?
Hm, alright. That was an apple.
A huge, grotesque apple with limbs.
Personally speaking, doesn't it freak you out when a food item gets all massive or starts walking on its own? Is it just me?
I went off-topic there. Anyway, that apple was golden. Definitely not something out of your average orchard. Mmm, right. It's what you call an Abnormality, yeah?
Then yeah, that apple Abnormality was strutting all by itself.
So I... I was getting a growing urge to chop that apple. It was almost magnetic. Hard to explain.
...Well, you won't find a lot of people who hate apples as much as I do. I guess that's on my unusual past.
We decided to fall back for now since we had too little intel to try and fight.
We'll probably take on it at some point, so I'll write down more when that time comes.
→ How disorganized. Were your reports as terrible during your military service?
→ Vergilius instructed us to write these however we wanted. Dante agreed with that, too.
→ …If Executive Manager is fine with it, I won't object.
→ [A cigarette burn is left on the paper.] S.P.C.
→ Seriously, some petty complaint that was.

Man, that was tiring.
It kept healing itself or whatever, it just wouldn't fall after we sliced, tore, smashed, and did all kinds of damage to it.
Fighting it was pretty simple... Well, it's not like all of us got out unscathed, though. What it does is run into us for a body slam. Not too hard to deal with once you're used to it.
I think I get its schtick after fighting it a few times. You see, it's got a golden aura floating around it, yeah?
But the aura was gone after the apple recovered several times.
Maybe that's its threshold of regeneration.
I'll let manager bud know about this. It might be what helps end this tedious struggle.

…[What appears to be foul words are scribbled out.]. This is why you put me in charge of the observation?
Did you know this crap would happen and…
Yeah, no. There's no way you could have…
None of us could, this was our first time.
Gah… When I blew that golden apple up, it split open.
Then some [What appears to be foul words are scribbled out.]ed branches popped out of the crack, and… That thing, that bastard…
It took Yuri…
And with that new nutrient, a swarm of maggots piled up inside…
"Metamorphosing" into a hideous face.
Haha, funny, isn't it. I was feeling a sense of kinship with that crawler. I guess it's because we were both pests…
Realizing that, I just couldn't stay calm. I had to tear that detestable face apart to find peace.
And then, and then...
→ Gregor was struggling to maintain his cool in his writing, so I relieved him of his pen. He didn't have much else to offer in terms of information, anyway.
→ Those maggots squirmed harder than I expected when I scorched 'em with my cigarette. Does this count as intel?

Last time I wrote an observation log, I was a kid, so I'm not sure if I'm up to this, but...
I guess orders are orders.
So, uhh... Start with describing its appearance?
Hm, alright. That was an apple.
A huge, grotesque apple with limbs.
Personally speaking, doesn't it freak you out when a food item gets all massive or starts walking on its own? Is it just me?
I went off-topic there. Anyway, that apple was golden. Definitely not something out of your average orchard. Mmm, right. It's what you call an Abnormality, yeah?
Then yeah, that apple Abnormality was strutting all by itself.
So I... I was getting a growing urge to chop that apple. It was almost magnetic. Hard to explain.
...Well, you won't find a lot of people who hate apples as much as I do. I guess that's on my unusual past.
We decided to fall back for now since we had too little intel to try and fight.
We'll probably take on it at some point, so I'll write down more when that time comes.
→ How disorganized. Were your reports as terrible during your military service?
→ Vergilius instructed us to write these however we wanted. Dante agreed with that, too.
→ …If Executive Manager is fine with it, I won't object.
→ [A cigarette burn is left on the paper.] S.P.C.
→ Seriously, some petty complaint that was.

Man, that was tiring.
It kept healing itself or whatever, it just wouldn't fall after we sliced, tore, smashed, and did all kinds of damage to it.
Fighting it was pretty simple... Well, it's not like all of us got out unscathed, though. What it does is run into us for a body slam. Not too hard to deal with once you're used to it.
I think I get its schtick after fighting it a few times. You see, it's got a golden aura floating around it, yeah?
But the aura was gone after the apple recovered several times.
Maybe that's its threshold of regeneration.
I'll let manager bud know about this. It might be what helps end this tedious struggle.

…[What appears to be foul words are scribbled out.]. This is why you put me in charge of the observation?
Did you know this crap would happen and…
Yeah, no. There's no way you could have…
None of us could, this was our first time.
Gah… When I blew that golden apple up, it split open.
Then some [What appears to be foul words are scribbled out.]ed branches popped out of the crack, and… That thing, that bastard…
It took Yuri…
And with that new nutrient, a swarm of maggots piled up inside…
"Metamorphosing" into a hideous face.
Haha, funny, isn't it. I was feeling a sense of kinship with that crawler. I guess it's because we were both pests…
Realizing that, I just couldn't stay calm. I had to tear that detestable face apart to find peace.
And then, and then...
→ Gregor was struggling to maintain his cool in his writing, so I relieved him of his pen. He didn't have much else to offer in terms of information, anyway.
→ Those maggots squirmed harder than I expected when I scorched 'em with my cigarette. Does this count as intel?

A bunch of creeps walked out of that container box.
Wearing tin cans on their heads, torsos made up of some sort of plastic...
It's hard to explain. It was like someone arbitrarily put together pieces of random toys.
On top of unmatching colors, some straight up lacked frames to cover up the mechanisms.
They weren't all machines, either.
Between the parts, I saw bits of flesh and dried blood...
Just what is going on inside that box?
→ Umm... Maybe it's a type of automated prosthetic procedure device? A company my father considered buying was… N-Never mind. Forget I said anything.
→ Abnormalities are not real devices. I recommend against trying to make ties with existing things.

They're tough. These things are way tougher than they look.
I thought they'd be as easy to deal with as children's toys, but I way misjudged... I thought I'd seen my share of extraordinary things throughout my career of unpleasant jobs, but it looks like I still have much to see and learn.
There has to be a human inside… but they acted like broken killing machines. Their upper body rotates all the way round, and their arms moved weirdly, too.
And most of all… It's like they're incapable of feeling pain.
I heard some alleys in the Backstreets provide a surgery that fries pain receptors. Could this be similar?
→ As I repeatedly assert, Abnormalities are entities of their own category. You shouldn't construe them with the City's standards, Ishmael.
→ And yet Abnormalities physically exist in this realm. If the properties of a thing aren't determined by the laws of the space it exists in, can it truly be said to exist?
→ The hell are you yapping on about?
→ I don't believe it's necessary for you to understand, Heathcliff.
→ Huh? Is my name written here somewhere? How'd you know it was me?
→ …Funny. [A cigarette burn is left on the paper.]

I think I have an idea now.
When I approached the fainted tin men, I heard mechanical noises. It sounded like things were being fixed within.
If I had to guess… They seem to be equipped with devices that automatically repair their bodies.
But, the device didn't seem capable of carrying out more than five repairs.
Only trouble is that they grow stronger each time they're fixed up…
We should find a way to deal with them and stop this repair mechanism from getting to work. Until then, we'll have to bear with their five lives…
Oh, by the way:
How do you think the 'human' parts inside are being repaired?
→ Do not question the physics of Abnormalities.

A bunch of creeps walked out of that container box.
Wearing tin cans on their heads, torsos made up of some sort of plastic...
It's hard to explain. It was like someone arbitrarily put together pieces of random toys.
On top of unmatching colors, some straight up lacked frames to cover up the mechanisms.
They weren't all machines, either.
Between the parts, I saw bits of flesh and dried blood...
Just what is going on inside that box?
→ Umm... Maybe it's a type of automated prosthetic procedure device? A company my father considered buying was… N-Never mind. Forget I said anything.
→ Abnormalities are not real devices. I recommend against trying to make ties with existing things.

They're tough. These things are way tougher than they look.
I thought they'd be as easy to deal with as children's toys, but I way misjudged... I thought I'd seen my share of extraordinary things throughout my career of unpleasant jobs, but it looks like I still have much to see and learn.
There has to be a human inside… but they acted like broken killing machines. Their upper body rotates all the way round, and their arms moved weirdly, too.
And most of all… It's like they're incapable of feeling pain.
I heard some alleys in the Backstreets provide a surgery that fries pain receptors. Could this be similar?
→ As I repeatedly assert, Abnormalities are entities of their own category. You shouldn't construe them with the City's standards, Ishmael.
→ And yet Abnormalities physically exist in this realm. If the properties of a thing aren't determined by the laws of the space it exists in, can it truly be said to exist?
→ The hell are you yapping on about?
→ I don't believe it's necessary for you to understand, Heathcliff.
→ Huh? Is my name written here somewhere? How'd you know it was me?
→ …Funny. [A cigarette burn is left on the paper.]

I think I have an idea now.
When I approached the fainted tin men, I heard mechanical noises. It sounded like things were being fixed within.
If I had to guess… They seem to be equipped with devices that automatically repair their bodies.
But, the device didn't seem capable of carrying out more than five repairs.
Only trouble is that they grow stronger each time they're fixed up…
We should find a way to deal with them and stop this repair mechanism from getting to work. Until then, we'll have to bear with their five lives…
Oh, by the way:
How do you think the 'human' parts inside are being repaired?
→ Do not question the physics of Abnormalities.

A bunch of creeps walked out of that container box.
Wearing tin cans on their heads, torsos made up of some sort of plastic...
It's hard to explain. It was like someone arbitrarily put together pieces of random toys.
On top of unmatching colors, some straight up lacked frames to cover up the mechanisms.
They weren't all machines, either.
Between the parts, I saw bits of flesh and dried blood...
Just what is going on inside that box?
→ Umm... Maybe it's a type of automated prosthetic procedure device? A company my father considered buying was… N-Never mind. Forget I said anything.
→ Abnormalities are not real devices. I recommend against trying to make ties with existing things.

They're tough. These things are way tougher than they look.
I thought they'd be as easy to deal with as children's toys, but I way misjudged... I thought I'd seen my share of extraordinary things throughout my career of unpleasant jobs, but it looks like I still have much to see and learn.
There has to be a human inside… but they acted like broken killing machines. Their upper body rotates all the way round, and their arms moved weirdly, too.
And most of all… It's like they're incapable of feeling pain.
I heard some alleys in the Backstreets provide a surgery that fries pain receptors. Could this be similar?
→ As I repeatedly assert, Abnormalities are entities of their own category. You shouldn't construe them with the City's standards, Ishmael.
→ And yet Abnormalities physically exist in this realm. If the properties of a thing aren't determined by the laws of the space it exists in, can it truly be said to exist?
→ The hell are you yapping on about?
→ I don't believe it's necessary for you to understand, Heathcliff.
→ Huh? Is my name written here somewhere? How'd you know it was me?
→ …Funny. [A cigarette burn is left on the paper.]

I think I have an idea now.
When I approached the fainted tin men, I heard mechanical noises. It sounded like things were being fixed within.
If I had to guess… They seem to be equipped with devices that automatically repair their bodies.
But, the device didn't seem capable of carrying out more than five repairs.
Only trouble is that they grow stronger each time they're fixed up…
We should find a way to deal with them and stop this repair mechanism from getting to work. Until then, we'll have to bear with their five lives…
Oh, by the way:
How do you think the 'human' parts inside are being repaired?
→ Do not question the physics of Abnormalities.

Hmm... Writing is rather tedious work.
Oh, but I do suppose it's not a bad idea to write down my experiences. I hated when my grandfather scolded and pestered me into keeping a diary, but now, I'm not so averse to the thought.
So, I have to describe the appearance of that Abnormality, right?
Firstly... Its eyes were out of focus. It was drooling from the mouth, too.
Something about the color of the eyes and the saliva was off as well. They were all pink, same as the ribbon wrapped around the body.
Oh, speaking of ribbons, doesn't it bear a striking resemblance to silk?
I think our family kept a similar color of fabric. Though it wasn't the most luxurious... Hm, I do guess it's valuable in its own right.
Right, that's it! We used something like this for decoration on our younger sibling's birthday!

Oh dear, it looks like these used to be employees of this company.
Faust said that their outfits and employee IDs belonged to the former L Corp.
Goodness, I can't possibly imagine looting a corpse myself.
If it came down to me, I would've ordered a servant to handle the task. And I would have looked away from that gross sight and told the servant to explain it with words.
Oh... I wouldn't have taken interest in dead bodies in the first place, now that I think about it.
Could these deceased people be animated by those ribbons, perhaps?
The ribbons that grab us as we fight them...
If they wrap around us when we die, do you think we'll become like them?

Hmm... Writing is rather tedious work.
Oh, but I do suppose it's not a bad idea to write down my experiences. I hated when my grandfather scolded and pestered me into keeping a diary, but now, I'm not so averse to the thought.
So, I have to describe the appearance of that Abnormality, right?
Firstly... Its eyes were out of focus. It was drooling from the mouth, too.
Something about the color of the eyes and the saliva was off as well. They were all pink, same as the ribbon wrapped around the body.
Oh, speaking of ribbons, doesn't it bear a striking resemblance to silk?
I think our family kept a similar color of fabric. Though it wasn't the most luxurious... Hm, I do guess it's valuable in its own right.
Right, that's it! We used something like this for decoration on our younger sibling's birthday!

Oh dear, it looks like these used to be employees of this company.
Faust said that their outfits and employee IDs belonged to the former L Corp.
Goodness, I can't possibly imagine looting a corpse myself.
If it came down to me, I would've ordered a servant to handle the task. And I would have looked away from that gross sight and told the servant to explain it with words.
Oh... I wouldn't have taken interest in dead bodies in the first place, now that I think about it.
Could these deceased people be animated by those ribbons, perhaps?
The ribbons that grab us as we fight them...
If they wrap around us when we die, do you think we'll become like them?

-Composed of machinery, tin, plastic, steel, and circuits.
-Red or pink ribbons are coiled around the body.
-A pair of pink shoes are worn around the parts thought to be feet.
-The feet appear to have been forcibly shoved into the pink shoes.
-Anomalies observed in the color and direction of pupils in all entities.
-Will note new discoveries in a future report.
→ Damn, that's awful dry.

-Observed the pink ribbons encroach on us in prolonged combat.
-Sinners covered with a large quantity of ribbons were subject to heavily damaging attacks.
-Notable discovery: casualty from the attack caused the entities wearing pink ribbons to reanimate.
-The reanimation is thought to occur after a certain number of casualties.
-I request that the manager analyze the incidence and determine the tactical approach.
-Will note new discoveries in a future report.

-There is little doubt that this tin entity and those covered in ribbons shared the same state.
-Peer suggested that the ribbons be removed before it poses serious danger.
-I came in direct content with the ribbon while attempting the suggested solution.
-The ribbon did not have the texture of cloth or any other kind of fabric.
-Some resembled withered leaves, while others gave the tactile impression of a strong plant stem.
-One unambiguous conclusion is that the ribbons are alive.
-The ribbon's reaction to removal appeared to depend on the method of handling.
-Removal with force seemed to make the ribbon crumble more easily.
-No further discoveries to be made; the observation log is concluded.
→ I got into a panic and ripped them haphazardly, but it wasn't actually that tricky.
→ I was careful about it, worried that it might go wrong… But then the ribbon expanded all of a sudden and wrapped Hong Lu. Because of me, he…
→ I'm all okay, Sinclair~ It was a unique and fun experience!

-An insect-like entity with a transparent body.
-Unable to identify several physical requirements for maintenance of life; cannot determine it as an organism.
-Its body is filled with water.
-Objects that appear to be organs are observed inside, but they do not appear to function as organs.
-The water does not appear to play any part in biological activities, either.
-The body of liquid appears to be stagnant.
-It has the face of someone lost deep in thought. It could merely be a resemblance to a species of zooplankton.
-Prolonged observation makes my mind sink.
-Sinking… Reminding me of the past.
-…It is not a pleasant feeling.

Those look like awful lumps of flesh...
Has an ugly maw at the front... I thought it was a tongue at first, but what's inside that maw was a hand.
A hand, made from two twisted arms coiling around each other. I saw the eye inside stare into me.
As if that wasn't enough, it looked eager to devour me and nourish its flesh.
Even if I couldn't hear it, I could tell.
...It wasn't the first time I saw that kind of gaze.