Chloe

Chloe's right eye is always covered by a special eyepatch called "Leaf" made for her by the Citadel. This serves as a barrier to the Sea of Consciousness, preventing others from peering into it and going mad. Although she often intimidates those curious about the eyepatch, she has never actually removed it.This eye is both a channel to Unbewusstes and the source of her Angel powers. Katas found her appearance with the eyepatch mysterious and powerful, thus referring to her as the "Unseeable Evil Eye," a name that gradually gained acceptance among people."Unseeable" not only refers to the danger of looking directly at it but also to Chloe's inability to look directly at humans. Connected to Unbewusstes, the evil eye gives Chloe severe perceptual disorders. In her view, most people appear as indistinguishable chaotic masses, with only a few being perceived in their original form.After a long period of adaptation, Chloe has learned to distinguish others through vague information, but this process itself is a kind of stripping away—reducing life to symbols, becoming data that can be identified and processed. This adaptation has led to her complete loss of a sense of reality regarding the individual existence of humans.

After multiple trips back and forth between The Eternal and Senanonik, Chloe felt it was time to claim a corner of her own on the train. She set her sights on the storage cabin at the deepest part of the train, and without hesitation, emptied it and stuffed her belongings inside. A mat, a projector, a shelf filled with substandard film reels—this was all of Chloe's little cabin. The light and shadow projected by the projector onto the wall were the only source of light in the room. Chloe didn't need food or sleep; in the gaps between quests, she would spend entire days in this cabin, sometimes sitting on the mat, other times floating aimlessly in the air, watching movies expressionlessly one after another. This status could last for several days at max, and it was one of the few times she would quiet down. Compared to big-budget films, Chloe preferred those poorly made B-movies. Chloe's life itself was a cruel dark comedy. Those art films striving for depth and beauty, or types of films showcasing various precious spirits, seemed incredibly boring to her, while the plots in substandard films more honestly reflected the real world. Rather than watching others painstakingly present a "spiritual core," it's much more satisfying to enjoy the pure disorder in these films. "Why so much nonsense? It's just a B-movie; why don't you analyze a paper out of it? I haven't seen you write reports this diligently." —Chloe (Recorded at her strong request, original text has been harmonized)

The moment the channel opened, the dice space fell into dead silence. Her consciousness was precisely stripped from her flesh, the world faded and dissolved in her senses, transforming into a void. A buoy, shimmering with faint light, pierced through her consciousness, dragging her down, deeper and deeper.At first, there was only dead silence around. An indescribable low hum began to spread, resonating beyond the senses directly within the depths of consciousness. A grand, ancient, indifferent will that does not observe because it itself is observation; does not think because it itself is thought.Darkness began to writhe.The initial information invaded her consciousness.This is "humanity"—not an individual, unrelated to society, but the ultimate amalgam formed by the fusion of all past, present, and future consciousnesses outside of time.It harbors neither malice nor goodwill, only an irresistible instinct akin to the gravity of a black hole—"assimilation."It seeks to touch her, dissolve the boundaries of her consciousness, liberate her from the concept of "self," allowing her to become one with this chaotic ocean. She would share all knowledge, all emotions, all histories, yet she would also lose herself, becoming part of it.In the depths of her soul, hatred and resistance toward humanity transformed into pure, negative thunder, tearing a fissure belonging to "me" in this chaos."No!"The words were so sharp and decisive that she seemed to return to that crisis-ridden wilderness, running as always, with small sparks flickering in her palms.Faster and faster, farther and farther, she finally escaped from here. She was no longer part of the ocean but stood on the edge of the abyss, forever gazing at the abyss as a lonely observer. She glimpsed the full reality and forever lost the coordinates to return home.—Adapted from the fantasy novel "*** Sleepwalk in Demon Realm""Damn! I wrote this! You damn plagiarist dog, pay me my copyright fee!" came the profane words of an unnamed Angel.