Identity Story |
| Speaker | Dialogue | |
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 District 23 Backstreets Ryōshū |
Oh, you’re up. | |
| The child speaks plainly. | ||
| If it weren’t for the visceral scenery, it could easily be mistaken for a cordial greeting to someone who just woke up from a sweet slumber. | ||
District 23 Backstreets Ryōshū |
Good thing you got up in time. If the work’s done while the heartbeat’s too slow, it impacts the taste. | |
| The child watches someone laid on the floor with a light cackle. | ||
| The pitiful fellow writhes and struggles on the floor, unable to accept the situation. | ||
District 23 Backstreets Ryōshū |
Hey, don't move too much. Tsk, I told that sous-chef to sap enough wind out of the meat. | |
| Slap. | ||
| The child slapped the poor fellow’s cheek, her words heartless. | ||
District 23 Backstreets Ryōshū |
Can’t stand when the subject material tried to take the center of the art on its own. Keep still if you don’t want your L.B. | |
| Even though there was no way for the victim to know that it stood for “limbs broken”… | ||
| They noticed quickly enough that remaining still was the only way to prolong their life. | ||
District 23 Backstreets Ryōshū |
Here’s your reward for being such an O.P. | |
| Jab. | ||
| The child inserted a syringe she’d been fiddling with into the victim. | ||
District 23 Backstreets Ryōshū |
It’s an injection of anesthetics mixed with a variety of flavoring agents. A pricy concoction that will make you the greatest work in the Backstreets, a delicacy… and art. | |
| The child’s constant rambling about art and such can be a bit confusing… | ||
| One thing to note is that the Backstreets of District 23 are known as the streets of flavor. | ||
| That’s right, the Backstreets located around the Nest where W Corp. is. | ||
| Its culture revolves around gastronomy, the people seek good eating and derive beauty from it. | ||
| Those closely related to culinary art—such as the Eight Chefs and the Dochelin Guides—also originate from this place. | ||
| This child wants to join the ranks of the prestigious Eight. She uses humans, often called the flowering pinnacles of artistic cuisine, as her main ingredient. | ||
| To that end, the child set up an establishment here and named it R.B… Such acronyms must be the child’s adamant preference. | ||
| As one could guess, the child makes meat pies. They have been earning a certain kind of reputation among gourmets. | ||
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District 23 Backstreets Ryōshū |
Now… You can feel your senses numbing, yes? | |
| The child delightfully watched her victim as she examined her blade. | ||
District 23 Backstreets Ryōshū |
You’d better be good material. I’m starting to run out of patience with that dull, bungling, inexperienced assistant Gregor. | |
| Clicking her tongue, she began to grumble. | ||
| Going on about how she dislikes her assistant’s sluggish pace, his tendency to bring her bad ingredients, his dull cleaver damaging the goods, and so on… | ||
District 23 Backstreets Ryōshū |
Well, whatever. I’ll fire him the moment I rise as one of the Eight Chefs. | |
| While the child complains, the victim’s eyelids begin to drift shut. | ||
| Why is she so annoyed, what will become of them… Their thoughts blur away, and their consciousness dims. | ||
District 23 Backstreets Ryōshū |
Hmpfh, back to work for now. | |
District 23 Backstreets Ryōshū |
Now… Smile. You’re about to be at the center of an art piece. | |
| Looking at the victim, the child raises her knife. | ||
| Was it a coincidence that the stains of blood on her knife resembled a grin? | ||
| …Seeing her face, it looks like there is no need to wonder after all. | ||
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