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1	Id	ActionId	NextActionId	Type	IsBlock	IsEnd	BeginAnim	EndAnim	BeginDelay	EndDelay	Params[1]	Params[2]	Params[3]	Params[4]	Params[5]	Params[6]	Params[7]	Params[8]	Params[9]	Params[10]	Params[11]	Params[12]	Params[13]	Params[14]	Params[15]	Params[16]	Params[17]	Params[18]	Params[19]	Params[20]	Params[21]	Params[22]	Params[23]	Params[24]	Params[25]
2	1	1		101			AniZhuanchangEnd				Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory139.png
3	2	2		401							1	36
4	3	3		401							2	968
5	4	4		401						400	2	1543
6	5	5		401							2	1543
7	6	6		501							Assets/Product/Effect/Prefab/FxUi/FxUiStoryNew/FxUiStorySandNew.prefab	2
8	7	7		301			DialogEnable						—14.5 km away from the conservation area reconstruction site 04.
9	8	8		301									The endless desert is like the end of the road of exile, its monotonous scenery capable of paralyzing visual sensors.
10	9	9		201							1	500486
11	10	10		301							1		Walking on it is a defective mechanoid. More precisely, she has to believe that she is defective.
12	11	11		301									She is a machine. Calculations and probabilities are what guide her path. Beyond them, everything else is not dissimilar to the desert beneath her feet.
13	12	12		301									There is no belief to believe, no wish to wish upon. There is nothing in the desert, but nothing is not what she wants.
14	13	13		301									All her attempts to be rid of it all must cease completely.
15	14	14		204							1	7
16	15	15		301				AniZhuanchangBegin				Haicma	Is that... a sandstorm?	1
17	16	16		402							968
18	17	17		401							1	140
19	18	18		101			DialogDisable				Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory338.jpg
20	19	19		202				AniZhuanchangEnd			1					1
21	20	20		201						200	1	500013
22	21	21		401						200	2	1508
23	22	22		401						200	2	661
24	23	23		401							2	661
25	24	24		502							PanelActor1Shake
26	26	26		301									Your shots shatter the knees of the Corrupted, halting its advance. But this is clearly not enough to stop the army that is hiding in the sandstorm.
27	27	27		202							1
28	28	28		301									The ravaging sand has lowered visibility almost entirely. You cannot determine where to go if you do not know where the Corrupted are. One mistake will get you surrounded and lead to your demise.
29	29	29		301									And behind you is a cave that leads to who-knows-where.
30	30	30		301									That is your worst option. You may not be able to reestablish contact with Gray Raven if you go too deep in this sandstorm.
31	31	31		301									The wind is bellowing. Suddenly, a sharp blade strikes you from your blind spot.
32	32	32		501							Assets/Product/Effect/Prefab/FxUi/FxUiStoryNew/FxUiHitNew.prefab	2
33	33	33		302								(Dodge)	34
34	34	34		301									The rusty metal grazes past your nose. A wave of scarlet monsters is growling, trying relentlessly to land their lethal strikes.
35	35	35		301									Are they that close already?
36	36	36		302								(Risk it)	37
37	37	37		401							1	36
38	38	38		301									This is probably the closest you have been to reaching the speed of a Construct. You turn around, dashing into the cave as you hear thuds from blades hitting rocks right behind you non-stop.
39	39	39		401						200	2	1543
40	40	40		401						200	2	1508
41	41	41		401				AniZhuanchangBegin			2	561
42	42	42		101			DialogDisable				Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory139.png
43	43	43		401							1	209
44	44	44		201			AniZhuanchangEnd				1	500486
45	45	45		301			DialogEnable				1	Haicma	Approximately 2 hours until the sandstorm ends.	1
46	46	46		301									Ever since she started walking, Haicma's existence has been tugged toward all directions by different numbers.
47	47	47		301									No matter where she goes, conclusions made with powerful calculations have been pushing her toward a destined ending like an invisible hand.
48	49	49		301									She began to deviate from her path, guided by the hints of warmth she felt. Each time she got closer and closer to the world beyond the desert.
49	50	50		301									But this is as far as she goes. Miracles are the stuff of humans, unobtainable by mere imitations.
50	51	51		301								Haicma	Approximately 1 hour 57 minutes until the sandstorm ends.	1
51	52	52		301								Haicma	The church is warning me about human sightings...	1
52	53	53		301								Haicma	Update—it's the Babylonian commandant, accompanied by Constructs. The chance of encountering and possibly clashing with them... 2%. An optimistic number.	1
53	54	54		301									But her last record shows that there is only a 0.039% chance that she would meet the human again. If that... miracle can happen once again, how optimistic a 2% chance actually is?
54	55	55		401							2	1543
55	56	56		301									With that, Haicma stands up. A machine does not hesitate. If those are the results of her calculation, she will act accordingly.
56	57	57		401							1	36
57	58	58		301									Are you attempting to believe in something again?
58	59	59		301									She pauses for a moment. Words of counsel repeat in her mind like an alarm triggered when a line is crossed, questioning her in her neural circuit.
59	60	60		401							1	206
60	61	61		301									But if you don't try and hold onto something, miracles will never happen.
61	62	62		204							1	10
62	63	63		301								Haicma	Hypothetically speaking, if that human is in this desert...	1
63	64	64		301									She knows full well how fragile humans are. There are so many things that can take a human's life in a desert during a sandstorm.
64	65	65		301									In a way, that 99.961% chance of not encountering each other is what she wants.
65	66	66		301								Haicma	There is a 0.011% chance the rescue will be successful, on par with a miracle.	1
66	67	67		204							1	5
67	68	68		301				AniZhuanchangBegin					But her priority has changed. The only thing she can do now is to try and hold onto something.
68	69	69		505								Assets/Product/Effect/Prefab/FxUi/FxUiStoryNew/FxUiStorySandNew.prefab
69	70	70		202			DialogDisable				1
70	71	71		101			AniZhuanchangEnd				Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory37.jpg
71	72	72		301			DialogEnable						Narrow, suffocating, and dark—when a fork appears on the road, every option seems to spell doom.
72	73	73		301									The thuds and clanks are still coming from behind. You do not have time to figure out which path to go, so you eliminate the option that clearly goes further underground, hoping that it will even the odds.
73	74	74		301				AniZhuanchangBegin					You run, climb, and run some more. Stumbling your way through, you finally arrive in an open area.
74	75	75		502							DialogDisable
75	76	76		101			AniZhuanchangEnd				Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory33.jpg
76	77	77		301			DialogEnable						The good news is there are signs of Scavengers living here in the past. Chances are there is a second exit on the other end that connects to the surface.
77	78	78		301									The bad news is that something else has likely entered the cave through the backdoor already.
78	79	79		201							1	500013
79	80	80		401							2	1508
80	81	81		301							1	Corrupted	Uuuurgh—	1
81	82	82		301									The Corrupted have managed to block your paths on both ends. Turning back is certainly going to cost you your life, so all you can do is charge forward.
82	83	83		302								(Never been more determined.)	84
83	84	84		501							Assets/Product/Effect/Prefab/FxUi/FxUiStoryNew/FxUiStoryLineSpreadNew.prefab	2
84	85	85		401							2	1543
85	86	86		301									You move first, aiming while you run. Holding your breath, you synchronize your footsteps with your heartbeats.
86	87	87		301									Not yet. You are not close enough yet. You only have one magazine, and you cannot afford to waste it.
87	88	88		401							2	1508
88	89	89		301								Corrupted	Uuuurgh—	1
89	90	90		301									As you are about to pull the trigger, the Corrupted raises its weapon.
90	91	91		401							2	10112002
91	92	92		502							PanelActor1Shake
92	93	93		301									Out of nowhere, the blade of a scythe pierces the head you are aiming at, like a scene out of an absurd comedy.
93	94	94		302								(Emergency knee slide!)	96
94	95	95		401							2	1543
95	96	96		202							1					1
96	97	97		505								Assets/Product/Effect/Prefab/FxUi/FxUiStoryNew/FxUiStoryLineSpreadNew.prefab
97	98	98		301									You look as the blade sweeps above you before quickly withdrawing.
98	99	99		302								Haicma?	100
99	100	100		201						1500	1	500486
100	101	101		201							1	500013		400
101	102	102		201							2	500013		-400
102	103	103		401							2	1508
103	104	104		301								Corrupted	Uuuurgh—	1	2
104	105	105		301									Without saying a word, Haicma swings at the Corrupted rushing in.
105	106	106		401							2	10112009
106	107	107		502							PanelActor1Shake
107	108	108		301									Robotic arms and torsos fly in the air as oil and spark splatter everywhere alongside metal scraps.
108	109	109		401							2	1506
109	110	110		202							1	2
110	111	111		301									Their bodies only become less fragmented after Haicma realizes cutting their heads is more effective.
111	112	112		201							1	500486
112	113	113		301							1		It is calmness and tranquility you have never seen. A harvest at its purest.
113	114	114		401							2	819016
114	115	115		301									The corpses in her way are kicked aside, their tangled cables flung away.
115	116	116		401							2	819016
116	117	117		301									By the time the grim reaper finishes reaping her field, the noises finally subside.
117	118	118		401							2	1516
118	119	119		301									Stepping over body after body, she holds her liquid-covered scythe and stands before you.
119	120	120		401							1	208
120	121	121		302								...	122
121	122	122		301								Haicma	...	1
122	123	123		204							1	1
123	124	124		301								Haicma	My observation shows that your bodily functions are operational. Do you need me to help you stand?	1
124	125	125		302								Not right now, thanks.	126	I'm gonna lie down for a second if that's alright.	126
125	126	126		301									Her scythe quivers eagerly. You better stand up now in case she uses it to fish you up.
126	127	127		204							1
127	128	128		301								Haicma	Please turn around.	1
128	129	129		302								Why?	130
129	130	130		301								Haicma	Please turn around.	1
130	131	131		302								(Turn around as quickly as you can)	132
131	132	132		401							2	1543
132	133	133		202							1					1
133	134	134		301									Immediately, you feel her palm touching your back.
134	135	135		301									Her metallic hand darts around your back, gradually warming you up.
135	136	136		301								Haicma	You're... doing fine. I suggest you consider your physical condition before putting yourself in danger next time.
136	137	137		302								That's... low enough...	138
137	138	138		301								Haicma	I can't inspect your back, which is why I require my sense of touch. Unless... you are willing to accommodate a visual observation?
138	139	139		302								No.	140
139	140	140		301								Haicma	I shall continue, then.
140	141	141		302								...	142
141	142	142		302								Is it really necessary to go this far?	143
142	143	143		301								Haicma	Human bodies are fragile. You might be injured somewhere we can't see.
143	144	144		302								I can't output a diagnosis report like a Construct, after all.
144	145	145		301								Haicma	Perhaps that is why humans can charge forward on the path they believe in...
145	146	146		301									Haicma speaks softly. Before you can ask anything, she takes two steps back.
146	147	147		301								Haicma	Inspection complete. Your physical condition is acceptable.
147	148	148		201							1	500486
148	149	149		301							1		She does not seem to have any intention of cleaning the stains the fight has left on her. She just stands there quietly, lost in thought.
149	150	150		301									Not even when you search for your belongings does she react.
150	151	151		301									Unlike how she always had her eyes on your every move when you first met, Haicma leaves her blind spots fully exposed to you now.
151	152	152		401							1	36
152	153	153		301									If that's the case...
153	154	154		302								(Reach out)	155
154	155	155		301								Haicma	Prioritizing explored areas—assessing risk—route plotted. We can move now—	1
155	156	156		204							1	7
156	157	157		401							1	207
157	158	158		301									Her voice stops the moment you touch her face. That is inevitable, understandably, as the stains on her cheeks are hard to remove when you are trying to be as gentle as possible.
158	159	159		301									You are not using the gun cleaning cloths, even though they are a better fit according to the manuals. Instead, you take out your handkerchief without a second thought.
159	160	160		301									Unlike what you have expected, her face does not feel metallic and cold. Instead, the temperature is slowly rising.
160	161	161		301									As the warmth from her delicate face reaches your palm, your hand moves even slower.
161	162	162		301								Haicma	...	1
162	163	163		302								Hold on.	164
163	164	164		302								I forgot the disinfectant, sorry—	165
164	165	165		301								Haicma	The liquid splashes from a damaged Corrupted cannot infect or damage me.	1
165	166	166		302								Right.	167
166	167	167		204							1	3
167	168	168		301								Haicma	It hasn't obscured my visual module or caused mobility issues, so why are you...	1
168	169	169		302								Well... Won't you feel uncomfortable like this, Haicma?	170
169	170	170		204							1	7
170	171	171		301								Haicma	...	1
171	172	172		204							1	10
172	173	173		301									Hesitating briefly, Haicma closes her eyes and lowers her head as if trying to conceal something.
173	174	174		301								Haicma	I won't.	1
174	175	175		302								I suppose I was assuming.	176
175	176	176		301									After you finish cleaning her facial area, all that remains are her shoulders.
176	177	177		204							1
177	178	178		301								Haicma	You can consider using metal scrubbers if you want to be more efficient.	1
178	179	179		302								...	180
179	180	180		302				AniZhuanchangBegin				Request declined.	181
180	181	181		202			DialogDisable				1					1
181	182	182		101			AniZhuanchangEnd				Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory31.jpg
182	183	183		301			DialogEnable						It has been four hours since the sandstorm ended.
183	184	184		201							1	500486
184	185	185		201							2	500028		1500
185	186	186		301									You sit on a dune with Haicma and wait after transmitting your locations.
186	187	187		301									Despite Haicma's combat capability is way beyond what you imagined, you still cannot leave her in the desert on her own.
187	188	188		301									Except, you have not been able to locate her name in the register of the nearby conservation area, however hard you try.
188	189	189		509							Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory338.jpg	2
189	190	190		203							1	0.25	-500
190	191	191		203							2	0.25	400
191	192	192		301								Construct	Commandant 【kuroname】.	2
192	193	193		301									While your mind wanders off, your comms is back online.
193	194	194		302								Rescue Force? Where are you?	195
194	195	195		301								Construct	Close enough to have eyes on you.	2
195	196	196		401							1	36
196	197	197		301									But we can't identify the Construct next to you. Please state her origins.	2
197	198	198		302								...	199
198	199	199		301									Haicma's origins?
199	200	200		302								She helped me escape a Corrupted assault, and this isn't the first time she's accompanied me.	201
200	201	201		302								I can guarantee you she is not hostile.	202
201	202	202		401							1	102
202	203	203		301									The other side of the comms falls silent. Your heart sinks.
203	204	204		301								Construct	We've received reports that... Scavengers have caught sight of uninfected Golden Age machines lately.	2
204	205	205		301								Construct	If she cannot provide credible identification, do we have permission to make a similar assessment?	2
205	206	206		301									You want to stand in front of Haicma, but you have no idea where the Rescue Force is located. Not to mention that they must be equipped with sniper rifles and the like.
206	207	207		301									Furthermore, the tense situation at the conservation area means the Constructs stationed there are more trigger-happy. You cannot guarantee that they will not fire.
207	208	208		301								Construct	We're sorry, but the recent change to the regulations in the conservation area means that we can't take any chances. Please allow me to disarm the target first.	2
208	209	209		302								Request declined. Please restrain yourself.	210
209	210	210		301								Construct	We can't be sure that she is not programmed to harm the conservation area. Please understand.	2
210	211	211		301								Construct	Not to mention that our order comes from higher-up in the chain of command. I can't follow your order even if you outrank me.	2
211	212	212		302								Do not use force. I repeat, do not use force.	213
212	213	213		301								Construct	Commandant 【kuroname】, please stay where you are.	2
213	214	214		401							1	36
214	215	215		302								I promise you! She isn't some machine that just follows her programming!	216
215	216	216		302								Are you going to shoot her? Are you going to shoot a human?!
216	217	217		401							1	207
217	218	218		204							1	7
218	219	219		301								Haicma	...	1
219	220	220		204							1	1
220	221	221		301								Haicma	...	1
221	222	222		301									If that is the case, then...
222	223	223		301									Suddenly, a calming aura embraces you from behind the moment you are about to act.
223	224	224		301									A decline, or maybe solace.
224	225	225		301									Her metal arms bend, giving you a clumsy but warm hug.
225	226	226		301								Haicma	I'm sorry we have to part here. I wish you well.	1
226	227	227		302								...	228
227	228	228		302								Aren't you leaving with me?	229
228	229	229		301								Haicma	Don't worry. I think I've never been closer to the answer I seek with your help.	1
229	230	230		301								Haicma	Now, I should carry on with my mission.	1
230	231	231		301								Haicma	I promise that I'll start looking forward to our next encounter the moment I leave this desert.	1
231	232	232		302								...	233
232	233	233		302								Good luck.	234
233	234	234		301									Soon, Haicma lets you go.
234	235	235		301									You watch as she walks expressionless into the shadow. Before she disappears into the dark, she gives you a small bow.
235	236	236		301									Turning around, you follow the footsteps the two of you left behind into the dunes, and you, too, disappear.
236	237	237		202							1
237	238	238		302								...	239
238	239	239		301								Construct	Our apologies. Please excuse our caution.	2
239	240	240		301								Construct	Accusing the two of you without proof was my fault.	2
240	241	241		301				AniZhuanchangBegin				Construct	Please apologize to her for me if you have the chance.	2
241	242	242		510			DialogDisable			800	2	Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory338.jpg
242	243	243		202							2					1
243	244	244		101							Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory71.jpg
244	245	245		201			AniZhuanchangEnd				1	500486
245	246	246		301			DialogEnable				1		That night, Haicma does not return to her temporary base until very late. She has been searching for a few things that the conservation area considered useless.
246	247	247		301									In an empty space, Haicma places those objects where they were in her old atelier.
247	248	248		301									There is a pen, a few pieces of paper, and a metal plate that was cut from somewhere.
248	249	249		301									Even without a complete set of drawing tools, she still wants to try her best to illustrate this picture—
249	250	250		204							1	1
250	251	251		301									Two solitary figures encounter each other in a sunlit desert, their tracks joining into a line...
251	252	252		301		1		AniZhuanchangBegin					...As if it is going to extend indefinitely toward one direction.