Update - 1.12.0.120

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data/language/en_us/discip.json

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   "DiscIP.212010.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.212010.3": "Fortitude",
   "DiscIP.212010.4": "Is it finally my turn to take the stage?\nIt feels like I've waited forever for this moment; yet somehow, like it only just happened.\nThe curtain's risen on the final battle, and the chains of the arena clink in anticipation.\nThis is my stage, and I'll deliver a flawless performance.\n\nCome on, show me everything you've got.\nIf you think I'm just some minor character, you couldn't be deadly wrong.\nI'll catch every tiny crack in your defense.\nEven if I'm knocked down, I'll get right back up,\nwaiting for the next challenger.\nEven if I'm mocked, I won't care.\nI'm no pitiful thing crying my defeat in the corner.\nWho says the spotlight belongs only to the final room?\nWith me standing guard, this place becomes everyone's end.",
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   "DiscIP.213003.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.213003.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.213003.3": "Scorching Night's End",
@@ -82,7 +74,7 @@
   "DiscIP.213004.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.213004.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.213004.3": "Twin Moon Mischief",
-  "DiscIP.213004.4": "Night falls, sirens wail.\nThe infamous Phantom Thief \"Twin Moon,\" is on the move again.\n\"As the leader of the Special Task Force for the Twin Moon Case... Even if I'm the last one standing, I'll bring them in.\"\nThe helmet on her desk catches the glint of city lights bouncing off the skyscrapers.\nShe gears up and starts the engine—clearly not in the mood.\n\n\"Sis, I think there's some weirdo in armor on a motorcycle chasing us!\"\n\"How could a tin can keep up with us? No way—watch this, I'll shout her off our tail.\"\n\"I don't think that's a good idea...\"\n\"Hey, loser on the busted bike! You think you can catch us? Dream on! Enjoy the view from behind while you choke on our exhaust!\"\n\"Skateboards don't really have exhaust, sis... Wait! She took off her helmet! I think she's aiming at us!\"\n\"Huh? What is this, a Clichéin movie? No way—\"\nA loud crash, the clatter of metal—and the two thieves go tumbling.\n\"Two birds, one stone. Twin Moon is in custody.\"\n\n\"... Since you caught us, I guess we'll reward you by answering three questions.\"\n\"Hmph. We are—\"\n\"Save it!\"",
+  "DiscIP.213004.4": "Night falls, sirens wail.\nThe infamous Phantom Thief \"Twin Moon,\" is on the move again.\n\"As the leader of the Special Task Force for the Twin Moon Case... Even if I'm the last one standing, I'll bring them in.\"\nThe helmet on her desk catches the glint of city lights bouncing off the skyscrapers.\nShe gears up and starts the engine—clearly not in the mood.\n\n\"Sis, I think there's some weirdo in armor on a motorcycle chasing us!\"\n\"How could a tin can keep up with us? No way—watch this, I'll shout her off our tail.\"\n\"I don't think that's a good idea...\"\n\"Hey, loser on the busted bike! You think you can catch us? Dream on! Enjoy the view from behind while you choke on our exhaust!\"\n\"Skateboards don't really have exhaust, sis... Wait! She took off her helmet! I think she's aiming at us!\"\n\"Huh? What is this, a Cliché in Stella drama? No way—\"\nA loud crash, the clatter of metal—and the two thieves go tumbling.\n\"Two birds, one stone. Twin Moon is in custody.\"\n\n\"... Since you caught us, I guess we'll reward you by answering three questions.\"\n\"Hmph. We are—\"\n\"Save it!\"",
   "DiscIP.213005.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.213005.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.213005.3": "★Bam Bam Girl★",
@@ -134,7 +126,7 @@
   "DiscIP.213017.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.213017.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.213017.3": "★Rolling Life★",
-  "DiscIP.213017.4": "\"Two-minute break. Let's take it from the top.\"\n\"If you can't keep up, practice on your own time. Don't drag the whole group down.\"\nAll eyes in the room fell on Ophir. She looked down, pretending she hadn't heard as she tightened her shoelaces.\nIt's to be expected, Ophir told herself. A beginner practicing with idol trainees is bound to get called out.\n\nWhen the TV station announced an idol competition, Ophir signed up. She never expected that on top of hosting, she'd also have to compete as an idol for a debut spot.\n\"Viewers are sick of the same old idol competitions. A fresh format is the only way to boost ratings.\"\n\"Idol versus idol, idol versus host, host versus host... The competition, the clashes... Just thinking about it gets my heart racing.\"\nShe recalled the hunger she saw in the station director's eyes as he spoke—like a shark scenting blood. If she were just starting out, a chill would have run down her spine, and she might have even quit.\nBut after years in the industry, she is used to its rules: capture the audience's attention, make them smile. That is her job.\nNo use overthinking it. Skip dinner, find an empty studio, and practice. The years of grinding has taught her to bounce back fast. She glances at the mirror, where the faces around her blur into one.\nBut the raw pride in their eyes as they stare at their own reflections—that is unmistakable.\n\nShe suddenly remembers a question Mistique had asked when they were first paired up.\n\"Ophir, what's your dream?\"\nBack then, she had just learned not to wear her heart on her sleeve. She summoned her courage and countered:\n\"Tell me yours first, and then I'll tell you mine.\"\nA flicker of surprise crossed Mistique's eyes before she wagged a finger, a sly smile on her face.\n\"Dreams are for ordinary people. A witch like me can achieve anything she desires.\"\nTrue, I am ordinary, Ophir thinks. But I refuse to stay that way.\nIt is that refusal—that fire—that keeps her going.\nShe is going to become the greatest host in Flavio. No matter how long it takes.",
+  "DiscIP.213017.4": "\"Two-minute break. Let's take it from the top.\"\n\"If you can't keep up, practice on your own time. Don't drag the whole group down.\"\nAll eyes in the room fell on Ophir. She looked down, pretending she hadn't heard as she tightened her shoelaces.\nIt's to be expected, Ophir told herself. A beginner practicing with idol trainees is bound to get called out.\n\nWhen the Scarlet Sights Media announced an idol competition, Ophir signed up. She never expected that on top of hosting, she'd also have to compete as an idol for a debut spot.\n\"Viewers are sick of the same old idol competitions. A fresh format is the only way to boost ratings.\"\n\"Idol versus idol, idol versus host, host versus host... The competition, the clashes... Just thinking about it gets my heart racing.\"\nShe recalled the hunger she saw in the station director's eyes as he spoke—like a shark scenting blood. If she were just starting out, a chill would have run down her spine, and she might have even quit.\nBut after years in the industry, she is used to its rules: capture the audience's attention, make them smile. That is her job.\nNo use overthinking it. Skip dinner, find an empty studio, and practice. The years of grinding has taught her to bounce back fast. She glances at the mirror, where the faces around her blur into one.\nBut the raw pride in their eyes as they stare at their own reflections—that is unmistakable.\n\nShe suddenly remembers a question Mistique had asked when they were first paired up.\n\"Ophir, what's your dream?\"\nBack then, she had just learned not to wear her heart on her sleeve. She summoned her courage and countered:\n\"Tell me yours first, and then I'll tell you mine.\"\nA flicker of surprise crossed Mistique's eyes before she wagged a finger, a sly smile on her face.\n\"Dreams are for ordinary people. A witch like me can achieve anything she desires.\"\nTrue, I am ordinary, Ophir thinks. But I refuse to stay that way.\nIt is that refusal—that fire—that keeps her going.\nShe is going to become the greatest host in Flavio. No matter how long it takes.",
   "DiscIP.213018.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.213018.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.213018.3": "Soda Shopping",
@@ -171,30 +163,6 @@
   "DiscIP.213026.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.213026.3": "Vent It Out ♥",
   "DiscIP.213026.4": "\"Heeey, hey, heeeey! Different day, same channel! Thanks for tuning in to see your girl Beatrixa again, my little gems! ♥\"\nBeatrixa always went live right on schedule, but today was different—her stream started twenty minutes early.\nDespite the sudden start, her eager fans were already there, refreshing their pages. A flurry of comments soon filled the chat, and the stream buzzed to life.\n\"Alright, my little gems! To spice things up, I'm introducing a special new segment today! ♥\"\nThe stream's view switched from the arena to a blank text screen.\n\"You've all had a long day and are probably feeling tired and frustrated, right? Bringing that negativity in here's just gonna ruin the fun. So—I'll fix that for you!\"\n\"Go on, post whatever's bugging you in the chat! Of course, I'll be prioritizing Super Chats.\"\nThe moment she finished speaking, viewers flooded the chat with the day's misfortunes.\n\n\"Thanks to 'NeedANewStart' for the SC! 'My crush rejected me today. Beatrixa, can you cheer me up?'\"\n\"Well, if you spend all day watching virtual girls like me, it's no wonder you got rejected. But don't worry! You can be my number one fan instead! I'll be right here for you on stream every single day! ♥\"\n\n\"My boss chewed me out at work today. I'm so mad.\"\n\"Then go punch him at work tomorrow. If you can't wait, you could just go to his house now. But if the Imperial Guard arrests you, it has absolutely nothing to do with me.\"\n\n\"Thanks to 'MiningOverGacha' for the SC! 'Hit pity four times today and lost it every single time. I'm so done spending money.'\"\n\"What a waste, spending money on some random 2D character. You'd be better off sending me a red Super Chat! Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky and pull me instead.\"\n\n\"I feel personally attacked by this streamer. Unfollowed.\"\n\"Since you unfollowed me, why're you still here? Mods! Kick him out!\"\n\nAs Beatrixa \"helped\" more viewers with their problems, the question marks in chat multiplied. But even though the girl on screen was relentlessly rude, the stream's popularity only continued to climb.\n\n\"Alright, that's enough! Any more question marks and I'm gonna start banning people!\"\n\"That's all for our Advice Hotline'! Now, it's time for me to get gaming!\"",
-  "DiscIP.213027.1": "???",
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   "DiscIP.214001.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214001.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214001.3": "Meowing Cat God",
@@ -206,7 +174,7 @@
   "DiscIP.214003.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214003.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214003.3": "Seed Alike",
-  "DiscIP.214003.4": "Firefly drifted through the vast, silent dark of space.\nHer stray hair twisted into a question mark. She wondered how she had ended up here.\nIn the distance, a blue planet glowed softly.\nShe did not recognize it, and yet it stirred a faint sense of familiarity in her.\n\"What is ... that?\"\n\"Home.\"\nCanace always had an answer for her, though Firefly wasn't sure why she was here too.\nIf that was home, she thought, then I'm flying to it.\nBehind her, the remote cannons called Avalanche blazed with brilliant white light.\nShe had barely started forward when countless starships materialized from the void...\nThey're forming a ring around her...\nMaking her like a captured planet.\nBut Firefly felt only the thrill of a child with a new toy.\n\"I'm going to ... take you all apart... Okay?\"\nWith that, Avalanche unleashed a storm of beams.\n\"No need ... to answer.\"\nThe starships erupted into filthy bursts of fire under the onslaught.\n\n\"I'm ready ... now.\"\n\"No one can ... stop me ... from going home.\"\nFirefly steered Avalanche toward the blue planet.\nBeams from her cannons streaked behind her like flowers of destruction.\nIn the vast emptiness, the girl looked like a tiny firefly.\n\n\"Wake up, hey.\"\nFirefly's eyes snap open. The universe, the stars, the fleet—all gone.\nShe is looking at a familiar ceiling.\nAnd Canace.\nThe same person who had just been with her at the edge of the cosmos is now waggling a remote in front of her face.\n\"From now on, remember to turn the TV off before you fall asleep, okay?\"",
+  "DiscIP.214003.4": "Firefly drifted through the vast, silent dark of space.\nHer stray hair twisted into a question mark. She wondered how she had ended up here.\nIn the distance, a blue planet glowed softly.\nShe did not recognize it, and yet it stirred a faint sense of familiarity in her.\n\"What is ... that?\"\n\"Home.\"\nCanace always had an answer for her, though Firefly wasn't sure why she was here too.\nIf that was home, she thought, then I'm flying to it.\nBehind her, the remote cannons called Avalanche blazed with brilliant white light.\nShe had barely started forward when countless starships materialized from the void...\nThey're forming a ring around her...\nMaking her like a captured planet.\nBut Firefly felt only the thrill of a child with a new toy.\n\"I'm going to ... take you all apart... Okay?\"\nWith that, Avalanche unleashed a storm of beams.\n\"No need ... to answer.\"\nThe starships erupted into filthy bursts of fire under the onslaught.\n\n\"I'm ready ... now.\"\n\"No one can ... stop me ... from going home.\"\nFirefly steered Avalanche toward the blue planet.\nBeams from her cannons streaked behind her like flowers of destruction.\nIn the vast emptiness, the girl looked like a tiny firefly.\n\n\"Wake up, hey.\"\nFirefly's eyes snap open. The universe, the stars, the fleet—all gone.\nShe is looking at a familiar ceiling.\nAnd Canace.\nThe same person who had just been with her at the edge of the cosmos is now waggling a remote in front of her face.\n\"From now on, remember to turn the screen off before you fall asleep, okay?\"",
   "DiscIP.214004.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214004.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214004.3": "Wisteria Dream",
@@ -291,10 +259,6 @@
   "DiscIP.214024.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214024.3": "One, Two, Three, Jump!",
   "DiscIP.214024.4": "\"Treasure Hunting\"—\nThe moment the first Trekker set their sights on the Monolith, seeking Artifacts,\nthis word—once a source of courage and hope—faded from people's lives like the forgotten ruins themselves.\n\n\"Let's go treasure hunting!\"\nIris, who's preparing lunch, paused—though calling it a 'meal' was generous, as it was merely Tawny Nightingale slices—and turns to look at the travel-worn Noya.\n\"Treasure hunting?! You kidding?\"\nNoya explains that though she'd left early that morning, the Association had nothing to offer—all the high-paying jobs had been snatched up.\nBut on her way back, she caught an auction video playing in a store window. There it was, another way to make Dorra: treasure hunting.\nWhile Artifacts may be all the rage, those odd antiques plundered from ruins sometimes can fetch unimaginable prices among high society's novelty seekers.\n\n\"C'mon. There must be some untouched spots near this city!\"\n\"... Fine. I'll trust you this once. But heading out treasure hunting without recon? That's gambling with worse odds than Monolith climbing.\"\nIris lets out a defeated sigh and begins packing their gear.\n\"Hey, where's Amber? The bread's sliced. Should we pack it?\"\nRight then, Amber leaps down from the RV's skylight like a cat, cradling a squirrel.\n\"This little one's lost its way home.\"\n\"Then let's explore the forest depths. A woods that big has got to be hiding something good!\"\nAnd so, the impromptu treasure hunting party sets off toward the forest, their excited chatter filling the air.\n\nHours later.\nThe forest grows impossibly dense, and they begin to fear they'll lose their way if they venture any further.\n\"Should we turn back?\"\n\"Perhaps ... just a bit further?\"\nRight as they're about to surrender to doubt, the squirrel springs from Amber's embrace and vanishes into the dense foliage.\nThe trio exchange quick glances before chasing after it.\nAs they brush aside hanging vines and navigate gnarled roots, an ancient crypt's entrance materializes before them.\n\"An entryway.\"\n\"I'll lead. Amber, cover me. Iris, scout the terrain!\"\n\"Be careful, Noya!\"\n\"Relax! Just some treasure to grab. I'll be right back!\"\n\n\"Squeak—\"\nThe squirrel returns to Amber, chittering its gratitude for her for guiding it home.\nAmber returns the gesture, grateful for the little one's help in discovering the ruins.\nNoya clutches the vines leading down into the unknown, takes a deep breath, and silently counts.\n\"One\"\n\"Two\"\n\"Three\"\n\"JUMP—\"",
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   "DiscIP.214026.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214026.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214026.3": "Sword Against Stream",
@@ -307,10 +271,10 @@
   "DiscIP.214028.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214028.3": "Daylight Garden",
   "DiscIP.214028.4": "\"Close your eyes.\"\n\"Steady your breathing.\"\n\"Imagine yourself standing in a room. Feel its warmth, its silence. Here, you're safe from any interruption.\"\n\"Now... what do you see?\"\nThe young girl diligently follows her master's guidance, yet her mind remains completely blank.\nShe can't tell the truth, fearing it would reveal her inadequate progress and lead to punishment.\nAs silence stretches uncomfortably between them, she knows she must say something.\n\"I see... flowers everywhere. I'm in a garden.\"\n\"A garden? What flowers grow there? Are they in full bloom or have they withered?\"\n\"Um...\"\nHer little lie crumbles under such precise questioning. Nanoha keeps her eyes tightly shut, waiting for her master's criticism.\n\"The heart of spiritual training lies in honest self-reflection. Deceiving yourself will lead you nowhere.\"\n\"As part of the Tanikaze, we must face harsh realities. Without the ability to create a mental haven from this world, you'll find the coming days unbearable.\"\n\"This differs from your usual training—take your time with it.\"\nWhile the words' true meaning remains beyond Nanoha's grasp, she notices something surprising—her master's voice carries no hint of reprimand.\n\"But tell me, this 'garden' you spoke of—is it like the one in our courtyard?\"\n\"Yes.\"\nIn her panic, her mind reaches instinctively for that tiny, desolate flower bed. Where sunflowers once reached for the sky, only withered stalks and fragile leaves remain.\nShe often loses herself staring at the dried seeds in the flower heads, imagining how magnificent the sunflowers must have been in full bloom.\n\nAs dusk settles on the following day, Nanoha returns to find the garden soil upturned, the broken sunflowers nowhere to be seen.\nHer heart skips a beat as she hears her master's faint voice coming from behind,\n\"Starting today, you shall take care of the flower bed—watering, tending to seedlings, all of it.\"\nThat summer, she finally sees it—a sea of flowers in full bloom.\nThe once-barren earth is now awash with newborn gold. She has built her own secluded world, soft and steadfast as the soil itself.\n\nYears later, when Nanoha leaves the courtyard, she carefully seals away every fragment of her past.\n\nIt isn't until the organization sends her to care for an injured senior that she steps back into this long-forgotten courtyard of memories.\nThe senior, who once had brief dealings with her master, sighs,\n\"This garden is truly lovely. I visited a handful of times ... back when you were still a little one.\"\n\"I even suggested to your master that the place could use some flowers. And yet, it remains unchanged.\"\nHer breath catches, \"...We grew sunflowers once.\"\n\"That can't be right. Your master said the organization prohibited any changes to the courtyard—it needed to look abandoned. I've been visiting nearly every year, and I've never once seen sunflowers.\"\n\nIn the golden-lit room, Nanoha runs through the possibilities again and again.\nClimbing the Monolith makes one forget.\nBut when did those memories of sunflowers first take root in her mind?\nAre they real? Or fabricated?\nCould they be self-created, nothing but an ethereal dream?\nShe wishes to believe the senior is the one with missing memories, that everything really happened.\nBut as she was taught long ago, she cannot deceive herself. The only person who could prove the truth—who taught her to dig, to plant, to water—has disappeared.\nOnly by finding her can all secrets be revealed.\nShe must find her.\n\nShe rises and steps into the sunlight.\nThe next journey might have no end.",
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+  "DiscIP.214029.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214029.3": "The Cat's Treasure",
+  "DiscIP.214029.4": "Legend speaks of the Meow God,\nwhose left eye embodies the moon, its glow healing all wounds and ailments;\nwhose right eye embodies the sun, its flames purging all sin and evil spirits.\nJoin the Meow Faith, and under the gaze of the Meow God, their followers shall be blessed.\nAh, of course... Enlightenment comes at a modest fee of 1,000 Dorra... OW—!\n\nThe man, mid-sermon to a group of children, is struck by a paint pellet. The bursting liquid sears his face in fiery pain.\n\"AAAAAGH—IT BURNS! IT BURNS!!\"\nFrantically wiping his face only worsens it, as chili gets into his eyes.\n\"AAAAAH—MY EYES!!\"\nHis flailing draws laughter from the distant shooter.\n\"Hahahaha! Serves you right! No more scamming kids out of their coins.\"\nAnother warning shot lands at the man's feet. \"Or I, the great Chaton, will show no mercy!\"\nSilhouetted against the light, the shooter casts a long, warped shadow over the dusty street of Ash District.\nA timely gust of wind tousles their wild hair and sweeps away the stench of deceit.\n\n\"The great Chaton? Wow... Are you really the legendary Meow God?!\" The children cluster in the shade.\n\"Tsk tsk. The great Chaton is the great Chaton, the Meow God is the Meow God... Though I suppose I can also be a god. HAHAHA!\"\nThe kids take a half-step back from the shooter's manic laughter.\n\"Perhaps we should leave... She seems rather ... peculiar.\"\nThe timid children scamper away first, while the brave one gives the gun barrel a curious poke.\n\"Whoa! I touched the Meow God's weapon!\"\n\"It's called 'Cat Wand: Uncompleted Codex Entry MK I'! Burn that name into your tiny brains, brats! HAHAHA!\"\n\"T-too long... Alright, bye, Meow God!\" The kids' giggles fade into the distance, leaving the alley in silence.\n\n\"Meow...\" The stack of boxes in the corner gives a little abrupt shake, and out comes a soft meow.\nA small furry head, which had squeezed into hiding during all the excitement, cautiously sneaks a peek—\n—only to find itself face-to-face with beautiful blue eyes belonging to this creature far larger than itself.\n\"SCREEE—MEEOOOW!\" One shriek and a mad dash later, all that's left in the corner is our girl.\n\n\"What a scaredy-cat!\" The shooter pouts, swinging her \"Cat Wand\" onto her back.\n\"That 'Meow God' nonsense has potential though... Since Kasimira's avoiding me, maybe I'll hunt this one instead, teehee.\nLet's see whose fire burns brighter—the flames in its right eye ... or my bullets~\"",
   "DiscIP.214030.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214030.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214030.3": "A Moment in the Afternoon",
@@ -327,14 +291,6 @@
   "DiscIP.214033.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214033.3": "Dancing with the Bones",
   "DiscIP.214033.4": "An intriguing patient visits the clinic today.\nCoronis pulls out her medical records, marking a peculiar symbol in the name column.\n\"An Inquisitor from the Grace Imperium's ... Dusk Arbiter. Hehe.\"\n\n\"Doctor, I haven't been feeling well lately.\"\nIn the examination room, the patient, dressed in cleric's robes, pants faintly, her face contorted in pain.\n\"My lungs ... no, my heart. It hurts, like a dull ache.\"\nCoronis' nerves twitch as she observes the woman clutching her right chest—\nThis blatant lie reveals the \"patient\" has hidden intentions.\n\n\"Doctor, why stare at my right arm instead of starting the checkup?\"\nThe patient impatiently jumps to another topic.\n\"Does my armband intrigue you? Tell me, doctor, does this emblem awaken something sentimental in you?\"\n\"Typically, I prescribe silencing potions to chatty patients.\"\nCoronis smiles and picks up a vial that glows purple. In an instant, it appears in the patient's grasp.\n\"Is it bitter? Does it hurt? Only one way to find out.\"\nThe patient's eyes gleam with manic curiosity, her lips curving into the same smile as Coronis.'\n\nThe portion slides down her throat and into her belly, leaving a trail of searing heat in its wake.\nGerie savors the precise measure of pain, her eyes narrowing in pleasure at the soothing sensation.\nShe attempts to speak, but is taken aback by how quickly the portion begins its work.\n\"Eeh ... ugh, mmph—!\" A string of breathy sounds escapes her lips, perhaps even she herself unsure of what she meant to say.\n\"—Mmph!\"\nGerie gives the doctor a thumbs up—she actually wants to say that this works even better than what she uses in the interrogation room, and...\nHow could they let someone this talented ... go so easily?\n\n\"Wham—\" Cast out into the street, Gerie shakes the dust from her robes.\nShe picks up the shovel she had left by the clinic's entrance.\nWhile she only meant to greet this fascinating \"Reaper Doctor\" today, the visit proves unexpectedly rewarding: indeed, Gerie has caught the scent of secrets—\nthe fragrance of one who dances with \"Death.\"",
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   "DiscIP.214036.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214036.3": "The Lost Seeker",
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   "DiscIP.214052.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214052.3": "Touch of Miracle",
   "DiscIP.214052.4": "Mechanical arms methodically piece the finished components together on a workbench cluttered with blueprints. Sparkla holds her breath, waiting for the very last gear to click into place—\n\"Done...!\"\nA split second later, her supposedly flawless new invention makes a faint click, and the entire assembly crumbles to pieces.\n\"Argh—why did it snap again?! This makes no sense! I ran the stress calculations over and over...\"\nFrustrated, the girl pulls at her hair. She pores over the blueprints once more, but maybe she's just too tired, she can't seem to figure out what went wrong.\n\"Could it be the materials...?\"\nShe turns her head and sees that \"rabbit\" lying on the other workbench. That's the girl's masterpiece—with an utterly adorable exterior and devastating, unpredictable firepower about to be equipped.\nSparkla squints at Rabbit Pie, ideas blooming in her head. For a fleeting second, she's transported back to the first time she read <i>Alicia's Underground Adventure</i>—how she was completely blown away by its unbridled imagination.\n\"It's already very cute as is, but what if I swapped out the bowtie? I could totally hide a gun barrel in there, right?\"\nShe slowly drifts into her own imaginary universe. The workshop has expanded into an endless cosmos, the gears and nuts its orbiting planets, and the scattered blueprints its nebulae. Every quirky idea she jots down is a brand-new star waiting to be discovered in the vastness of space.\n\nWhat if she tried a different material? Something plain, like building blocks? No, that wouldn't be cute enough... Wait, could she build it a carrot-shaped missile silo?\nThat's when inspiration strikes.\nWhat about the pocket watch Mr. Rabbit carries in the story? Could that double as a miniature pistol? Or maybe some kind of pull-pin grenade...?\nAs if tuning into the exact frequency of Rabbit Pie in her head, Sparkla rolls her wheelchair up to the workbench. She pushes aside some clutter, clearing just enough space to unroll a fresh drafting sheet.\nPen hitting paper, she spills her wildest ideas onto the page, and a new invention—infinitely deadlier and undeniably cuter—slowly begins to take shape...",
+  "DiscIP.214053.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214053.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214053.3": "Joyful Gathering",
+  "DiscIP.214053.4": "A crimson sunset washed over Mirage, turning the sky and the endless desert below into a sea of liquid gold.\nOutlaws and mercenaries in this lawless land rarely ended their nights huddled around a lonely campfire or sitting in the dead silence after a firefight. Instead, they washed up in the town's late-night bars.\nSmaller mercenary guilds usually claimed one of these joints as their turf. It was where they geared up, planned their next move, and ultimately raised a glass to celebrate a job well done.\nRunning a bar also brought in a solid stream of cash for the guild. In return, the mercenaries kept the place safe from trouble.\n\nBut before you set foot in any of them, you had to know the ground rules:\n1. No weapons.\n2. No brawling.\n3. Absolutely no dueling.\nOn top of that, you had to watch your step and know who ran what. Stumble into a rival guild's territory by mistake, and you were guaranteed a brutal beatdown.\n\nEvery bar in Mirage had its own draw. Some served great food, while others just had killer vibes, leaving you free to pick your poison.\nBut if you wanted a break from the usual rugged grub—something actually refined—and craved a lively, vibrant atmosphere without the constant threat of a bar fight, Eureka was the place to be.\n\n\"Chaton! Give me back my molten cheese tart right now!\"\n\"No way! The great Chaton took this fair and square! Finders keepers!\"\nThis was practically the soundtrack of the bar.\n\n\"Hey! One each! If you're still hungry, just get Benito to make you one more!\"\n\"I can't! Benito said we're out of cheese! This is the last one!\"\n\"Then you definitely shouldn't be stealing mine! You already hogged all the nachos anyway! And it's your own fault you lost yours—you just had to jump on the table for your little speech, and then you kicked it onto the floor when you jumped down!\"\n\nThanks to a single pastry, the warm, cheerful vibe from just moments ago—and the fragile peace between the two of them—was on the verge of collapsing.\nLike clockwork, someone had to step in and defuse the situation:\n\"Chaton, you can have mine, if you don't mind that I already took a bite.\"\n\"Uhm...\"\n\nBenito's sudden offer put Chaton in a serious bind.\nIf she turned down the tart, she'd be throwing Benito's kindness right back in her face.\nBut if she handed her \"hard-earned\" prize back to Kasimira, it meant admitting defeat. It would mean the great Chaton was forced to surrender her spoils.\n\nShe glanced at a fuming Kasimira, then down at Benito, who was still patiently holding out the tart. Finally, she scanned the rest of her squadmates, who were watching the standoff in total silence.\nDeflated, Chaton obediently took the bitten pastry from Benito's hand.\n\"I don't mind... The great Chaton obviously doesn't mind at all.\"",
   "DiscIP.214054.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214054.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214054.3": "Little Paradise",