Fadia

One of the Bureau of Anomaly Control's ETD-4 members, and once a criminal. As for what crime got her thrown onto the legendary Ghroth Island… nothing too serious. It was just an innocent little gesture that put some people to sleep forever. "Endless rebirth and reincarnation all lead back to the black hole of nothingness." Twirling her hair around her finger, she smiled with sparkling eyes. "I simply followed their wishes, sending those party people to the paradise they'd been craving their whole lives." As a pardoned prisoner, she isn't treated any differently than any other Squad 4 member. Except by that dog-faced guy with calm but wary eyes. Maybe because a few months ago they were escort officer and wanted criminal? Well, overall, she thinks her new job is pretty good. Fighting to her heart's content, letting danger excite her mind, letting pain make her body tremble… violence comes from life's excess. How could anyone not be addicted to tasting it? She doesn't know why that strange woman brought her back from the island, but whatever. She had nowhere else to go anyway. The place where she once knelt and prayed devoutly, entrusting her faith, has long been sealed off. Anyone who sees that ruined wasteland would laugh! Only a pair of familiar silver eyes still gaze at her, merciful, generous, full of desire… she can feel it. "Go raise some hell, Fadia. I'm sure you'll find something interesting." A pretender, a dog, and a brat? Fadia narrowed her eyes. Well then… let's find that "something interesting."

Fadia Lirnia was the only daughter of a political family, a precocious rich girl, a bird caged behind golden bars. From birth, the first thing she learned under everyone's watchful eyes was to hide her desires. Until her parents, family, everything was destroyed in that unconscious rampage… She was no longer a Lirnia, and didn't need to be. So… she gave herself a new name: Fadia DD. Desire and Death.

Endless rebirth and reincarnation all lead to the black hole of nothingness. Life follows a spiral path, perfectly balanced, circling inward ring by ring, until it finally reaches… the ancient gods' paradise? Shh. Good child, don't think too hard about it.

Fadia taught herself to manipulate pain as easily as dealing with those money and power-obsessed fools. She scratches herself, then spreads the pain throughout her body, seeking some kind of balance… the force controlled just right. In this, she has found an addictive calm. Most people lack the ability to connect emotionally, throwing themselves into things that are easy to focus on and get addicted to. Alternating between extreme pain and pleasure… that's the secret that makes it impossible to stop. She pities those people, just like she pities herself. "Poor children, desire is the only thing they can rely on. Go ahead, vent, cry, succumb. Take what you desire, like babies craving their mother's milk."

Human survival is contradictory. For example: taboo and transgression, reproduction and death, murder and sacrifice, sacred and profane. In this chaotic, vulgar materialist world, only lust accepts everything about people. It embraces all their selfless, ugly, stupid, joyful faces. Take her hand, embrace her. Feel what grateful devotion hides behind that meaningless proud facade… Feel how the endless, itching desire writhes within that devotion.

A robin, silently staring into the distance. The twelve-year-old girl, mesmerized by the orange-red feathers on the bird's chest, followed the fork in the path and straying off course for the first time. Later, she saw it again in her painful, hazy consciousness. Struggling, reaching forward with such painstaking effort… If only she could touch but a single feather tip… A robin, silently staring into the distance.