Hourly Sinclair 🐣

(The child hauled his protection target from the ground and hurriedly escaped the warehouse, leaving the desperate screams of terror behind.)

(Because he had to protect those that he could. Those that he promised to protect.)

A fresh morning. Let's kick off today with an energetic start.

I let my reluctance hold me back when it mattered most. It's my fault.

Thankfully, it became dead still once it hit the ground, except for its tentacles.
The only threatening thing about the stele, once it fell, was its immense size and its scary tentacles… it seemed pretty docile as long as we didn't get too close to it.

I'll wrest them upon stakes.

Huh? No… I thought… the duel was… going well…

This is the u-ultimate…! Whoa, uaaahh…

The ones on my body… I can't remove on my own.
It's… that kind of curse.

👻: To Sinclair. Have you noticed any suspicious individuals entering the territory?
🐣: Uh… that's uh…
👻: Don Quixote is advancing… somewhere.
🐣: T–That's, uh, she thought some people were tailing our client, so she said we should follow them.

I love breathing in the night air. It helps me focus solely on my sword… All I can see are the tip of my blade and my enemy's throat.

Oh, umm… Do you think maybe we should retreat and regroup, Manager?

I'll protect you with all my strength!

I, I see where it's coming from.
We have to take away the worn umbrellas on that poor child, and embrace it ourselves. We—
→ Didn't have a choice here. Seemed like something he could only snap out of after dying. (Trails of blood can be seen on the log.)

What kind of person was Mr… Uh, Bamboo-hatted Kim?

Umm… You want me? Mmh… I will do my best…

Mm… Are you here to get your boat fixed up? We'll take good care of it.

A natural and unchanging world that belonged to me. My world.
That world began to feel alienating one day… The day when my sister sat at that table after her prosthetic transformation was complete.

🎠: Ah! Thou wert here, compatriot! Here, this one is thine!
🐣: Shh, be quiet! …Oh, is this milk tea? T-Thank you kindly…

I'll protect you with all my strength!

Ah… This is Sinclair providing audio commentary. Hope it's not a nuisance…

🐍: So you ended up giving Kromer the key.
🐣: How do you know that?

You really are amazing, Manager… I'm still struggling to adjust, and you're leading us like a pro despite your memory loss.

🚬: T.O.I.S.Y.N.C.
🐣: Talk, Or I Snap Your—

⛈: You've a way of mincin' words, don't you? Thanks, lad.
🐣: Huh? Uh… I guess, ha ha.

Feels like it's getting colder and colder.
What's up with all this ice around…?