Lucia

Lucia, a member of Spook Shack, goes by the online name "Night Emissary." She's a backpacker, an Ethereal story enthusiast, and a connoisseur of late-night food stalls. Records show that Lucia hails from a tribe living on the outskirts of the city. Legend has it their ancestors once encountered an Ethereal called the "Night Horror" (absent from the Hollow Investigative Association archives), which left them with a strange gift: Ethereals tend not to notice them. The cost, though, is that they dream of the Night Horror at night, and under its influence, they sleepwalk into Hollows, where corruption awaits. Because of this, the tribe took on the role of Nightwatchers. They rest during the day and hunt deep in the night, avoiding the Night Horror's pull. And if anyone must sleep at night, their family will keep vigil at their side until dawn. Lucia grew up surrounded by her kin, and even after arriving in New Eridu, she has kept to the Nightwatcher tradition of staying awake through the night and watching over her cherished friends, shielding them from the Night Horror's reach. Master, if you hear a knock at your window late at night, don't be alarmed. It may just be a sleepless night guardian stopping by to say hello. Additional note: Lucia's pet is "Chestnut," a small, friendly Hati. It once lived in the Hollow's outskirts, but has since moved deeper inside. Even I can no longer detect its exact whereabouts. Increase Trust to Close to unlock more Lucia's father worked with the Defense Force's special forces, and because of his demanding duties, he could only return home once a year. For young Lucia, that time with him felt like a reward in itself. While on leave one time, Lucia's father received an emergency order and had to depart at once. To calm his crying daughter before leaving, he coaxed her into covering her eyes for a game of hide-and-seek. By the time she finished counting and opened them, he was already gone, never to return again. Years later, during an operation in the Town, Lucia came face-to-face with her father, now corrupted into the Wandering Hunter. To the soft tune of a nursery rhyme, she at last brought their unfinished hide-and-seek to an end. The Wandering Hunter laid down his obsession, tainted by miasma, and slowly faded away. Their reunion took place here — as did their farewell.

"If you listen, we'll be friends! Listen to one more, and we'll be best friends!" "My tribe lives on the edge of the Hollow, far from civilization." "For us, the ever-changing city feels more distant than the wild cosmos." "Though, just because we don't have all your fancy metal boxes from the city doesn't mean we're writing on turtle shells!" "What did you say? Parch...ment?!" "What kind of horrifying creation is that?!"