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"I can't sleep yet, I still have work to do..."

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Record 1

Formerly designated VSK-94, Nikketa was once a highly capable law enforcement Doll who served in the Public Security Administration of a major metropolis before joining Griffin. After Griffin's disbandment and reorganization, she returned to her role as a law enforcement Doll in the city. Out of her fondness for children, she named herself Nikketa—after a heroine from a fairy tale who is moved by the innocence of children. However, the job she took such pride in didn't last long. Following a certain incident, Nikketa was dismissed from the PSA. She later accepted an invitation to join Mangi Security.

With a personality marked by integrity and uprightness, Nikketa often gives off a cold and unapproachable first impression. Only those who truly know her are fortunate enough to discover the warm and kind heart that lies beneath her frosty exterior. Outside of work, Nikketa devotes most of her energy to the children at the orphanage. A lover of children, she never hesitates to show them affection and care. Nearly all of her salary goes into purchasing supplies for the orphanage, often leaving her in a financial pinch.

Even now, Nikketa frequently finds herself troubled by her lack of financial planning—at least during moments when reason still prevails. But when faced with shelves full of children's goods, regardless of the state of her wallet, she will always say with unwavering resolve:

"Wrap it up for me, please."

Record 2

A long time ago, back when Nikketa had just started volunteering at the orphanage, she wasn't very popular with the children.

"Waaah! That Doll lady is so scary! She never smiles..."

"Yeah! She keeps giving us that scary look..."

Nikketa quietly averted her gaze and continued cleaning the children's playroom. The kids huddled together in the farthest corner of the room, whispering to each other like a flock of frightened chicks. Suddenly, someone burst into tears from that corner. Nikketa lifted her head in concern.

Hang on... Did she frighten them into tears?

She quickly looked away, feigning indifference, but pricked up her ears to listen closely. Her cold expression grew even more stiff.

"...I lost... my toy... but the Doll lady is there... I'm too scared to go looking for it..."

Ah, so that's the problem.

Nikketa looked around and easily spotted an old, patchwork doll wedged between the cabinet and the wall. She carefully crouched down, doing her best to make her frame appear as small and harmless as a human child. She extended her arm and gently held out the toy.

"Whose toy is this?"

She tried to make her voice sound less like a rigid interrogation. She watched as the child who lost the toy gasped in surprise and timidly hugged it. Then... the child smiled.

"Thank you, Doll lady! You're amazing!"

Nikketa was utterly dazzled, as if she had seen a flower bloom in early spring.

Record 3

The Public Security Administration issues standard-issue handcuffs to every Doll on active duty. When a Doll leaves the PSA, the handcuffs must be handed in.

For a while, Nikketa had a hard time adjusting to life without them. Her hand would instinctively reach for her waist, only to grasp at empty air—a constant reminder that upholding justice was no longer her official duty.

Fortunately, such a small setback couldn't shake Nikketa's unwavering resolve to walk the path of justice. After confirming the legality of non-standard toy handcuffs for Dolls, she began searching for relevant information through the city network.

"Where can I buy handcuffs? ...Search."

"Uh... Hot Pink Kink Boutique? Midnight Passion Market? These... don't look very sturdy?"

In just a few seconds, Nikketa categorized all such results as scammy or irrelevant. With no viable way to purchase ready-made handcuffs, she came up with a new solution.

3D modeling, mold printing, alloy material procurement, casting and molding...

Prototype No. 1, No. 2, No. 3... Success!

As she touches the handcuffs now once again resting at her waist, feeling the solid and reliable weight of the alloy, Nikketa feels a long-lost sense of security.

No matter where she is or what challenges she faces, Nikketa firmly believes that, under the protection of this handcuff-shaped amulet, she will one day usher in the dawn of justice.

Record 4

At the Elmo's annual review assembly, some rather unusual awards and record-breaking announcements occasionally make an appearance.

"Congratulations to Nikketa—this year's recipient of the Most Diligent 'Policing' Award."

Groza, who is the host of the assembly, stutters slightly as she reads from her cue card, seemingly puzzled by the existence of such an award. Fortunately, it doesn't disrupt Nikketa's confident stride as she steps onto the stage to accept it.

Groza proceeds with the summary speech.

"This year, you issued 683 warnings for rule violations aboard the Elmo."

"Your most frequent target was the Commander, most commonly for violating the Elmo's Safety Regulations by eating or drinking inside the engine room."

"Your signature warning phrase was: 'If I were still a Public Security Doll, I'd have arrested you on the spot.'"

"Nikketa, on behalf of all the Dolls aboard the Elmo, I thank you for your outstanding contributions to operational safety."

"And now, let's invite the awardee to say a few words."

Groza steps aside from the podium, gesturing invitingly.

Nikketa gives a solemn nod and approaches the microphone, though due to her build, it's hard for her to get very close.

"It is an honor to receive this award. Next year, I will continue to do my best. Thank you."

Thunderous applause rises from the audience.

Record 5

Compared to her work at the Public Security Administration, Nikketa's duties at Mangi Security were much broader in scope. While her assignments are uneventful most of the time, that doesn't mean there are no surprises. During a transport mission, Nikketa was ambushed, and over 30% of her frame was damaged.

Taking cover behind a barricade, she managed to complete emergency repairs. She kept her eyes fixed in the direction of the enemy, bracing for the next wave of attacks. She had already run numerous tactical simulations, all indicating grim odds. But a Doll of justice must not retreat in the face of evil. As she continued simulating new breakout strategies, Nikketa also activated a preset program to modify her neural logs and enable emergency masking protocols.

Just then, the previously severed comms network inexplicably reconnected, and Nikketa received a call from the orphanage.

"Hello? I'm working."

"...You miss me? Mm... I'll come see you once I finish my mission."

Gunfire erupted nearby, but strangely, the success rate of her breakout climbed by 0.5%.

"Hm? What was that sound? Just... fireworks."

"Why are they getting louder? One moment."

Nikketa fired a counter-shot. Her gaze toward the enemy was cold and unyielding, but she kept her voice as gentle as possible over the comms channel.

"Those were some very dazzling fireworks just now. It's normal for them to be loud."

"When you grow up, you'll be able to set off beautiful fireworks yourselves."

"...Of course you'll grow up safe and sound—because I'll protect you."

Breakout success rate rose to 5%.

On the other end of the call, the children giggled and cheerfully told Nikketa to "do her best at work."

They started saying their goodnights. It must be bedtime.

Breakout success rate climbed to 15%—the highest it had reached in countless simulations.

Nikketa launched her counterattack in earnest.

Much later, the dawn illuminated the battlefield. The battle ended in a bitter, hard-won victory.

Whether it was sheer luck, or strength awakened by the children's voices, Nikketa has yet to determine the true cause of that reversal. All she knows is that, within her permanently saved neural logs, there is a new entry with an audio recording named "Lucky Star".

Record 6

One of the traditional activities at the Elmo's Christmas party is a game of cat and mouse, in which I also take part.

Right now, my back is pressed against a cold metal shelf, and I try to keep my breathing light. The towering racks and stacked supply crates throughout the warehouse make for perfect cover.

The heavy hatch opens with a jarring creak. Then comes the crisp rhythm of high heels striking the metal floor—growing closer by the second.

"Making deductions from the subtlest of clues to track down a target is an essential skill for any elite security Doll." Nikketa's voice rings out nearby, calm and serious. I have a hunch—she's already found me. Like a declaration of war before the army of justice marches forward, Nikketa makes no attempt to hide herself. Her footsteps and her words are loud, clear, and deliberate.

Is this... my final chance to react?

I lower my center of gravity, ready to shift positions at any moment.

Suddenly, the footsteps quicken. Nikketa rushes straight in my direction, and I instinctively begin to move. But as I turn around, I nearly bump my nose right into the Doll who has already blocked my path.

"If you understand your target well enough," Nikketa says, "then when you discover their tracks, you can also immediately predict what they'll do next. Whether they choose to react or stay frozen in place... the result is the same, Boss."

She stands directly in front of me.

"From the look on your face, you seem to be thinking, 'Come on, just this once—for old times' sake, let me off the hook.'"

"Heh..." Guilty as charged. I can only grin at her.

Nikketa smiles back.

Clack. Without hesitation, her handcuffs snap closed around my wrists.

"Sorry, Boss. A Doll of justice can't let her target go free out of sentiment."

"However..."

"I seem to have put you through a lot of stress. Once the game is over, I'll make it up to you some other way."

So that's all it takes. From cool indifference to gentle warmth—just one little conjunction in between.

Record 7

"Boss! It's an emergency!"

One holiday, Nikketa bangs on my Dorm door.

"Nikketa? What happened?" I answer groggily, still half-asleep.

Nikketa marches in, opens my wardrobe, and shoves some clothes for going out at me.

"The orphanage is holding a 'Family Day' event. The kids are going to the park with volunteer 'families' as a socialization exercise, but one of the families had an emergency today and can't make it." Nikketa helps me into a shirt as she explains.

"So one of the kids is going to get left out? And you want me to help?" I understand what Nikketa is getting at immediately.

"I knew you'd get it, Boss. The one left out is a toddler..." Relieved that she doesn't have to explain any further, Nikketa exhales softly while buttoning up my collar.

"Boss, to help the child better adapt to family life in the future, come with me to the orphanage and pretend to be her 'family'!"

"A warm and loving family gives a child a greater sense of security. Your cooperation is crucial, Boss."

"Make sure we maintain natural physical contact. You can link arms with me, but cover the child's eyes first before more intimate gestures."

"If she wants to be carried, leave that to me. Still, emotional support from all family members is essential, so don't forget to hug and comfort her when needed. As for everything else related to childcare, I'm very experienced and can handle it. Just do what you normally do, Boss, and everything will be fine."

Record 8

"Human preferences really are strange..."

"Boss, are you sure you want me to bring out my 'cold' and 'strict' side to interrogate you for your crimes?"

In the lounge, Nikketa eyes me uncertainly with a pair of handcuffs in her hand.

She rarely ever shows her cold side, I can't help but be curious. And truth be told, I've been in need of a bit of extra discipline lately, so I nod to signal for her to begin the interrogation.

The next second, Nikketa pushes me firmly down into a chair. I instinctively try to sit upright, to maintain some control over my posture, but she presses her hand against my chest, knocking me off balance and pinning me to the backrest.

With two light clicks, she handcuffs my wrists behind the chair.

"Confess! Was it you, Boss... uh, who stole Mayling's liquor?" Nikketa furrows her brow, doing her best to maintain a cold, stern expression, though I catch a hint of amusement in her eyes, which takes the tension down a notch.

"It wasn't me. I didn't take it," I answer, somewhat guiltily.

"Oh? Is that so?" Nikketa scans me from head to toe, then suddenly leans in close to my neck. But before she gets there, something soft brushes against my chest. She pauses for a moment, then steps back slightly, the contact ending as quickly as it began.

Wait... is that part of the interrogation?

"But you smell... different than usual."

"Even if you try to cover it up with another scent, you can't fool a law enforcement Doll's olfactory detection." She narrows her eyes at me with suspicion.

"Want to argue it's just body wash? I know what yours smells like. This isn't it."

"It's rice wine, isn't it?"

...I can't argue.

"...Alright. But I only had one sip."

In front of this Nikketa, it seems no secret can stay hidden.

"Uh, so... what's my sentence?"

"Hm..." Nikketa seriously contemplates for a moment. "...There's no clause about this in the current regulations."

"Boss, you'll have to write a new one yourself."

Private Meeting Logs

Nikketa

Finally, you're free at last, Boss!

I'm heading over to the orphanage next month to give a safety talk to the kids. I want to give them whatever support I can so they can grow up big and strong.

Could you go with me, Boss? Oh, but travel between the Green and Yellow Zones is expensive and I don't have enough funds on hand...

Thank you, Boss! I'll go prepare right now! I'll be counting on you for more help in the future, Boss!