Bakerlon Main Story: Weight of the Truth
Overview
- Stage Cost: None
- First Clear Rewards:
Commemorative Etiquette Ticket x350
Guide
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Script
Find Emmy's whereabouts and look for a chance to test him.
Marius: Good news, I just contacted the Bakerlon police!
You: Seriously!?
Marius: Of course, I wouldn't joke about something like that.
Just when everyone is preparing to find Emmy, Marius shakes his phone furiously and shows it to you all.
On the screen is the record of a call that ended a minute ago.
Luke: What did they say?
Marius: They said they will contact Ginnungagap Island and deploy more officers.
Marius: And they'll figure out the situation as soon as possible and see if they need to send helicopters for assistance.
You: Great!
Marius: It seems luck is on our side. Through my persistent efforts, I managed to make contact.
Artem: Persistent?
Marius: Yeah, I usually try to contact the outside world around this time every day.
Marius: You won't know if you don't try. And today's a success!
Vyn: The Mobius has almost exited the Myerson Mountains... Communications, it seems, will gradually return.
Artem: Then... we should have an answer to what happened on this train before we reach the destination.
Having made up your minds, everyone prepares to find the carriage where Emmy is.
But before reaching the carriage, a familiar figure appears in the corridor ahead.
You: It's Emmy...
Marius: Where... is he going?
Luke: Yeah, he seems cautious.
Vyn: So where is he headed now?
You look into everyone's eyes for confirmation as an idea pops into your head.
Artem: Let's follow him.
Emmy seems to be headed in the direction of the luxury carriage. Follow him!
Following Emmy, you all walk along the narrow corridors of the carriages for a long time.
He keeps walking until he reaches the luxury carriage booked by Kahn Corporation.
You: (Hmm? Is he... trying to go in the carriage?)
Emmy Muller: ...Everyone, what are you doing here?
Without any idea about how to confront him, Emmy suddenly turns to greet everyone.
The young man walks over with the same gentle and modest smile.
You: !!!
You: (He saw us? Or... did he know we were following him all along?)
Emmy Muller: Is there something I can help everyone with?
Marius: Yes, we wanted to talk to you.
Marius: It's rare for us to take a trip to Bakerlon. With everything that's happened on the train, our minds are a mess.
Marius responds with deliberate ambiguity to make it seem like he's asking for help.
You: (Thanks to Marius' quick thinking...)
Emmy Muller: Well...
Emmy Muller: Sorry, I... may be busy for some time.
Vyn: Oh, do you have a lot of work to do?
Emmy Muller: Dr. Ronson can't work in his current state. And the other colleagues stayed behind at the lab. Only I came along...
Emmy Muller: With my limited abilities, working alone will give me enough of a headache. Sorry.
His refusal is impeccable and convincing.
Artem: Can you spare us a few minutes of your time?
Luke: Yeah, it won't take long. I promise.
At this point, it would be rude to refuse any further.
With a distressed expression, Emmy finally nods.
Emmy Muller: Oh... Okay.
Emmy Muller: But I really can't stay long.
You: No problem, let's find a place... Hmm, how about we borrow the Kahn Corporation carriage?
Emmy Muller: All right.
The train is reaching the destination soon. This is the last chance! Try to find a flaw in what Emmy said.
The furnishings in the carriage are just as luxurious as you remember.
But of the temporary guests who stayed here... some died, some met uncertain fates, and some will spend the rest of their lives in prison...
Only the young man with reddish-brown hair wears a good-natured smile, as if he knows nothing of recent events.
Emmy Muller: What's up? Is it something urgent?
Marius: The deaths of Mr. Kahn, Dennis, and Ernst, and the matter with your mentor, Dr. Ronson...
After looking at each other, Marius can't help speaking with sharp sarcasm.
Marius: Do you... have any feelings about these incidents that you would like to share with us?
Emmy sighs, looking like a sympathetic bystander.
Emmy Muller: Feelings? I... It's just a shame.
Emmy Muller: I didn't expect Simon to have such a complicated problem with Mr. Kahn.
Emmy Muller: And much to my surprise, Dr. Ronson, Yang, and Dennis... all had a conflict of interest...
Artem leans against the bookshelf by the window, his tone indifferent.
Artem: You sound very calm, not upset or afraid.
Emmy shrugs helplessly.
Emmy Muller: There's no use in being afraid.
Emmy Muller: There is a Bakerlon saying that I relate with.
Emmy Muller: "Explore the path forward tomorrow. Contemplate your troubles tomorrow."
Emmy Muller: Now that things have come to this... An insignificant person such as myself can only accept it, right?
You: (His mentality is strong, without any obvious flaws.)
You: (...It seems this won't be enough to get new information. We need to proceed with the next step of the plan.)
Just when you're about to indicate your next move with your eyes, Vyn, who is closest to Emmy, bursts out laughing.
Vyn: Speaking of Bakerlon traditions, it reminds me of a story.
Vyn: A story of conformity, but full of fantasy.
Vyn's words pique curiosity.
Sure enough, the expression on Emmy's face freezes for a moment as if he's thinking about something.
Emmy Muller: What story?
Vyn: There was once an outstanding hunter in Bakerlon that went by the name of Coquelicot.
Vyn: He excelled at using camouflage and used the red poppy as his mark. Any prey locked in his sights could not escape.
Vyn: Needless to say, he would also deceive his prey.
Vyn: His prey, even to its last breath, may not know that its trusted companion was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Emmy Muller: Was there ever a story like that? I've never heard of it before.
Luke flips through the letters that Simon gave him, pointing to the signature at the end.
Luke: Don't deny it so quickly.
Luke: The "Coquelicot" that wrote to Simon the conductor didn't appear out of nowhere, did he?
Luke: Let us imagine that there was such a cunning hunter. How would he keep an eye on his prey?
Luke: Would he hide on the train and pretend to be a bystander, quietly relishing in the experience?
Emmy Muller: Staying on the train would only increase the risk. Why would "Coquelicot" put himself in danger?
Artem: So, when we found you... you were about to leave, right?
The foreshadowing was clear enough, but when there was no prospect of further progress...
Artem takes it a step further, pointing out the contradictions.
Emmy blinks innocently.
Emmy Muller: You guys... suspect me!?
Emmy Muller: I was just wondering why so many of you suddenly stopped me in the corridor...
Emmy Muller: So in your mind, I'm also a suspect...
You admire Emmy's reaction time, and you pick up where Artem left off, guiding the topic further.
You: Emmy, I admit we do suspect you.
You: But it's not groundless suspicions. It is reasoning based on objective facts.
Emmy's face drops, as if he's furious over the accusation from his friends.
Emmy Muller: Reasoning without evidence is slander.
Emmy Muller: I understand... Something has happened to everyone at the Kahn Corporation.
Emmy Muller: So you think of me as a suspect and assume that I'm guilty!
Emmy Muller: I'm so disappointed in you guys! I thought that... we were already friends, but I didn't expect this!
Marius: How can you be so certain we don't have any evidence?
Without giving Emmy time to react, Marius winks at you and mouths the word "chip."
You quickly pull out the chip found in the safe, and show it to Emmy.
You: We've read the contents of the chip. In addition to Hill's academic research, there was also her personal diary.
You: In the diary, she records in detail about an "undercover cop" who allegedly offered to help her blow the whistle at the Kahn Corporation.
Emmy Muller: ...
At that moment, the fake irritation leaves Emmy's face, replaced with cold scrutiny in his eyes.
Luke: Hill trusted the "undercover cop" and wrote down many related events.
Luke: Including how they met and her personal feelings about the undercover cop.
Marius: Not only that, she even recorded the location of the item given to her by the "undercover cop" to win her trust.
Marius: Well, there's no way to get evidence. However, we may find something if we get the police to follow up on the tip.
You: Yeah, who knows? We might even lift a fingerprint!
You: And when that happens, are you still afraid that we won't have any evidence?
Seamlessly working together in tandem, it's almost as if you already have the evidence to pin the crime on him.
A flicker of doubt flashes in Emmy's eyes.
Emmy Muller: A fingerprint? According to you, I am a qualified and meticulous hunter.
Emmy Muller: Would I... leave a fingerprint behind?
You: (He took the bait!)
As soon as he starts believing your words, a slight crack forms in his psychological barrier.
But that is not nearly enough — the flames of doubt have to be bigger.
Vyn: Going through the evidence might take a considerable time, but that is not much of a deterrent to you.
Vyn: Allow me to offer you one more piece of tangible evidence.
Vyn speaks with a hint of mockery, becoming the first to "fan the flames."
Vyn: Simon was instructed to poison Mr. Kahn by spiking his food and drink.
Vyn: However, you needed to ensure it would take effect at the right time...
Vyn: Using a micro syringe, you injected a dose of quinidine into Mr. Kahn's dorsalis pedis vein.
Vyn: So, strictly speaking, you were the one who killed Mr. Kahn.
Emmy Muller: There's no way I could I approach someone important like Mr. Kahn.
You: Incorrect. Weren't you beside Mr. Kahn when we first met you?
Emmy Muller: Are you joking? Think about it. That was at the dinner party.
Emmy frowns, a hint of sarcasm slipping into his expression.
Emmy Muller: When would I have the opportunity to use a syringe on Mr. Kahn in front of so many people?
Emmy Muller: Besides, wasn't that thing... discovered in Simon's hands? Why are you saying it belongs to me?
Marius: How could you trust Simon with such a wonderfully useful tool? He was only holding onto an imitation, right?
Marius casually takes a step back, leaning against the door frame of the carriage.
Marius: Things that would incriminate you would be best discovered in the hands of others.
Marius: And Simon became the perfect pawn in your game due to his hatred for Mr. Kahn as a vengeful father.
Emmy Muller: Suppose it's as you say. How would I get my hands on a micro syringe?
Emmy Muller: What evidence do you have that I did it? Don't tell me it's solely based on the injection points found on Mr. Kahn's foot?
Emmy Muller: Isn't it more plausible that someone close to him had access to such a thing?
Luke: According to the materials Hill left behind by, a micro syringe is very tiny, and an injection could be completed in a short amount of time with minimal contact.
Luke: The average person might not be able to do it, but there's a chance to do so for someone who needed to carry out a specific mission. Perhaps, a spy...
Luke: For example...
All of a sudden, Luke's right pinky finger hooks, as if clutching something in his palm.
You: (Hmm? That's...)
Before you can finish that thought, he thrusts his hand at Emmy.
You: !!!
A strike within the close quarters of this small carriage would be able to strike the face.
Before the cold sheen can appear, the next second...
Emmy takes a step back, barely dodging Luke's fist.
Then he dodges deftly to one side and clenches his fist while facing the window.
You: Not good! He's trying to...
The word "escape" doesn't have time to leave your mouth before Artem pushes the bookshelf beside him.
It falls with a loud crash, blocking the window.
Antique vases, ornaments, and books scatter all over the floor, hindering Emmy's escape.
Marius: My friend, you cannot escape. All the exits have been blocked.
Marius, who is leaning against the door frame, jokes casually.
Emmy Muller: ...
Emmy says nothing and looks coldly around the carriage.
Marius is blocking the doorway while Artem is blocking the window with the bookshelf. In the center of the room stand you and Vyn, ready to stop him whenever.
Finally, his gaze lands on Luke's hand.
Luke takes his hand back, the reflective object in his hands shaking slightly.
Luke: Just kidding, it wasn't a blade.
It's the commemorative ticket given to passengers in the Mobius luxury carriages.
One side is decorated with silver paper, which gives off a metallic glow.
Emmy moves slightly, as if twitchy.
Luke: Emmy, people may lie, but their bodies are honest.
Luke: Now... do you still claim you couldn't pull it off in public?
People will instinctively defend themselves when their life is threatened. Emmy is no exception.
To expose someone as experienced as him, all you need is to create opportunities to force him to show his weakness.
Thankfully, it worked.
The tacit understanding between the NXX members played a crucial role in this critical moment.
Emmy Muller: Hmph, I underestimated you all.
Emmy Muller: After saying all that nonsense, you were... looking for that brief opening.
Luke: All we needed was an opening.
Luke: As it stands, you're suspicious enough for the police to follow up on.
Emmy slowly stands up and looks at everyone coldly.
Through those lenses, you can feel a change in the man before you.
His appearance is still the same, but you feel a sense of pressure from him.
You step forward, enough to reach eye level with him.
You: Now then, shall we talk, Emmy... or should I say, "Coquelicot"?
Emmy Muller: Where do I begin?
You: Start with Hill. I want to know... your thoughts on Ms. Hill.
Emmy Muller: My thoughts? Does it matter?
You: Of course. It will provide a basis for our judgment.
Emmy Muller: As expected of you, Miss [Player]. You're very cautious.
You: Tell us about yourself, Coquelicot...
You: Why did you approach Ms. Hill, and what was your motive?
Emmy Muller: Is this... an interrogation?
Emmy Muller: How about this...
Emmy Muller: You told me an interesting story earlier. Now, allow me to return the favor.
Emmy begins talking slowly, as if speaking of a story that had nothing to do with him.
Emmy Muller: The true identity of the hunter called Coquelicot was a cunning corporate spy.
Emmy Muller: One time, he was hired to steal from a well-known company — a trade secret called Element T.
Emmy Muller: After successfully infiltrating the lab as an intern, it wasn't long before he found a key breakthrough.
You: What did he find?
Emmy Muller: He discovered the young scientist who had brought the "Element T extraction technology" into this world...
Emmy Muller: She was gathering all sorts of data on Kahn Corporation as a whistle-blower.
Emmy Muller: It was the fruits of her own research, yet she didn't want it to go public. Doesn't it make you curious?
Emmy pauses for a moment, eyes smiling.
Emmy Muller: So he disguised himself as a messenger of justice, offering her assistance as an undercover police.
Emmy Muller: Maybe he excelled at his work, or maybe she was desperate for any aid...
Emmy Muller: Hill chose to believe me without any reservations.
Emmy doesn't even realize that he had changed the protagonist in his story from "him" to "me" at the mention of Hill.
He is no longer a cold spectator, but the protagonist of the story.
Luke: So you used Hill's trust to gather information about Element T, which you then gave to your employer.
Luke: Afterward, Kahn Corporation discovered that their secrets had been exposed, and traced the leak...
Luke: In the end, their focus fell on Ms. Hill.
Emmy Muller: Mr. Kahn and the others were alert, and they traced the leak much faster than I anticipated. It was only a matter of time before we got caught.
Marius: She could've escaped from Kahn Corporation and handed her evidence over to the police. But why didn't she?
Marius: Because she was deceived in the first place, believing that the man she met was an undercover cop who would do her justice.
Marius: When in reality... you were just a hunter, a spy who would do anything to steal trade secrets!
Emmy Muller: ...
Emmy does not answer. His face grows dark as he remembers something that he doesn't want to.
Seeing his expression, a conjecture comes to mind...
You: Were you still at Kahn Corporation when something happened to Ms. Hill?
Emmy Muller: Yes.
You: So, you knew what they did to Ms. Hill?
Emmy Muller: They dosed her with some kind of medication containing digoxin.
Emmy Muller: The drug would force her to have a series of psychotic episodes, so they could extract more information from here while she was unconscious.
Emmy Muller: And most of all, it would help them find out who was collaborating with her...
Artem: Evidently, Kahn Corporation's objective was to find out who leaked the information, namely you.
Artem: But here you are, in one piece, unaffected by what happened.
Artem: That means Ms. Hill never gave you up...
Emmy Muller: How can a hunter become the prey?
Emmy Muller: I have ways to stay under the radar.
Emmy Muller: Of course, I had to make sure my secret wouldn't get out.
Vyn snorts dismissively.
Vyn: By that, you mean turning a blind eye to Ms. Hill's fate and ignoring her suffering!?
Vyn: You should know the torment she suffered, subjected to high doses of drugs for a long time.
Emmy Muller: In the end, she died.
Emmy Muller: After the fifth day of interrogations, Mr. Kahn lost his patience and increased the dosage, which...
He says no more, but the implication is clear to all.
There is no wind in the room. And yet, a chill creeps down your neck, causing your lips to tremble uncontrollably when you speak.
You: You... knew?
You: You knew everything and did nothing...
Emmy Muller: I would've exposed myself if I did anything!
Emmy Muller: I-I... couldn't do it...
Vyn: So you deliberately watched her suffer, ignored her pain, and betrayed her trust, just to keep yourself safe.
Vyn: You are no wise hunter. You are a selfish bastard.
There is a light in Emmy's pale green eyes, and his fingers twitch slightly.
Emmy Muller: I use whatever resources I can to complete my mission.
Emmy Muller: Who knew she would be so innocent? She could've given me up... I had made preparations for that scenario.
Emmy Muller: But she didn't say it! She had no one to blame but herself!
Emmy Muller: I'm not foolish enough to expose myself.
By the end, Emmy's voice is almost reduced to a growl.
Some emotions erupt like a rushing tide, which can catch anyone by surprise.
Not just for you all, but for Emmy as well. His cheeks are slightly flushed from his rapid breathing.
Emmy Muller: All right, that's it for the story.
Emmy Muller: I'm sure you're well aware of what happened next. I accepted my next assignment and boarded this train...
You: So everything you've planned on this train is also a new assignment from your employer?
Emmy Muller: Later, I received orders to continue my assignment at Kahn Corporation.
Emmy Muller: My employer wanted me to disrupt the Kahn Corporation train ride, so I hatched a plan.
Artem: Your employer...
Emmy Muller: Sorry, I cannot answer that.
Emmy Muller: Call it professional integrity, or cunning...
Emmy Muller: Someone in my position becomes a sacrificial pawn when discovered. And when it happens, the agreement between my employer and I is automatically annulled.
Emmy Muller: Your investigation stops here, and you don't need to continue... There are truths that don't need to be discovered.
You: You...!!!
Putting his finger to his lips, Emmy makes a shushing gesture at you.
Emmy Muller: Shh... I told you already, that's it for my story.
He puts his hands together and offers a gesture of surrender.
Emmy Muller: Here. I know you've already contacted Bakerlon police.
You: How did you know we contacted Bakerlon police?
Emmy Muller: Now that I can't escape, I can only wait for you to hand me over to the messengers of justice.
Emmy speaks, only smiling instead of answering the question.
The rambling tone tells you that he won't be answering that question.
You: (Could it be that... before, in the corridor...)
You: (Emmy was eavesdropping on our conversation about him, and he attempted to escape!?)
You: (Hmm, he's hard to deal with. The mystery is solved, but it doesn't feel that way.)
Glancing at everyone out of the corner of your eye, you notice that everyone has a look of regret on their faces, to varying degrees.
But you are certain that this man will never give up the true mastermind hidden in the darkness, at least not to you all.
Some truths are destined to remain hidden, waiting for others to uncover them.
Luke: Then, as you wish...
Luke: It's time for a new audience for the rest of the story.
Luke steps forward, preparing to take Emmy to a separate carriage, where he will stay until the destination.
The moment he passes by you, an unknown emotion causes your mouth to move subconsciously...
You: One last question.
With almost one foot out the door, Emmy stops and turns to you, waiting.
You: Did you have any regrets?
Emmy widens his eyes in surprise, as if hearing a strange joke.
You: Did you have any regrets when you learned of Ms. Hill's death?
Inexplicable emotions surge from the depths of his green eyes, helplessly and sad.
Emmy then shakes his head and sighs softly.
Emmy Muller: If only I really was an "undercover cop."
With that sigh, some emotions fade away, disappearing into the depth of his eyes.
Does the implied remorse of the red poppy flower given by Coquelicot serve as a warning for the sinners, or punishment for himself?
Maybe... for a few moments, there was a light that brightened his eyes.
But in the end, it is like a grain of sand brutally crushed under waves, returning to nothingness.
[Obtain Evidence: Lost Note]
The fog has finally cleared. Please wait patiently for Mobius to reach the destination.
After briefing the Bakerlon police on Emmy's situation, you all received word that assistance would be dispatched immediately.
Somehow, the long journey has finally come to an end.
Beyond the mountains, the sun shines brightly outside the window.
This should be a moment of relief, but you find yourself unable to relax.
You: ...
Artem: Tired?
You: Yeah, so many things have happened...
You: And it feels... somewhat regrettable.
Vyn: Are you sorry about what happened to Ms. Hill?
You can't help admitting that Vyn's senses are keen as ever.
You are about to nod when you notice the others giving you a concerned look.
You: Yeah, I'm certain Kahn Corporation will pay the price for this matter.
You: But even so, that doesn't undo what happened in the past.
You: When I think about it, it makes my heart heavy.
Luke: Yeah, many people have paid the price for this tragedy...
Luke: Too many innocent people were involved...
Luke: And there's only so much we can do.
Marius: Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if the tragedy was prevented from ever happening.
Marius: If Ms. Hill were still here, would she have seen all this and felt some relief at the end?
Marius: But then I thought, these assumptions won't do us any good. They're meaningless.
Marius: We handle whatever situations we face to the best of our abilities. That's the best we can do.
You: I know.
Do your best, and maintain a clear conscience.
They are a few simple words, but they are also a goal that requires a lifetime to pursue.
Vyn: We should rest today. Tomorrow will be better.
You: Yeah.
Just as you're about to respond to their kind words with a smile...
Out of the corner of your eye, a familiar shadow seems to pass by the window.
You: Eh!?
Luke: Something wrong, [Player]?
The shadow shakes ever so slightly, before vanishing from your view swiftly.
You: No... it was just my imagination.
It was almost impossible for you to see the shadow clearly, but your mind tells you that it looked extremely similar to a certain woman.
You wonder if it's an illusion formed by the lingering obsession in your mind...
But at this moment, the sense of wistfulness that lingered in your heart flutters away.
The sun slowly seeps in with the scenery swaying outside the window, filling this place left by the haze.
You: Let's come back to Bakerlon when we're free.
You: When that time comes, I think... I'll plan my own trip and admire the beauty of Bakerlon.
Luke: No problem. I'll make a travel itinerary for you.
Marius: Yeah, leave the planning to me.
You: Sure, it's a deal then.
Vyn: I hope... everything changes then.
Artem: Yes, it will.
You believe that in the near future, the Bakerlon police will do right by Hill...
An ending that would fill the void of regret in her life.
You: Hill, I hope you can see this.
To see the fog lift, to see the truth unfold, to see justice come, to show the world... your face.
Summary
Evidence
Lost Note
Someone must have dropped this piece of paper, which was found on the carpet of a luxury suite.
A few lines of a poem can be read:
Blossoms which were the joys that fell,
And leaves, the hopes that yet remain.
...
Memories that make the heart a tomb,
Regrets which glide through the spirit's gloom,
And with ghastly whispers tell
That joy, once lost, is pain.
...
