角色故事•一（解锁条件：角色等级20）
「拾线月末，神殿丢失面包若干，干果一袋，蜡烛数根。
失物虽微，然而亵渎神圣，扰乱秩序，是为大罪。
经勘察，嫌疑人灰发猫耳，身形瘦小。其人行动灵活，诡计多端，需多加小心。
提供线索者，赏金五千，活捉者，赏金一万。」
——张贴在多洛斯城中的通缉令
「抓住她，抓住她！」
遍布监牢，污水横流的广场，鞭打与哀嚎不绝于耳。
衣衫褴褛的女孩奔逐于人头攒动的街道，金色的鲜血一路滴落。
她跑过高台，大腹便便的祭司向着满城的信众发表演讲。
「刻法勒在上，让我们赞美感恩这个美好的世界……」
「正直，诚信，宽恕……
「——我们用美德浇灌灵魂，用爱感化灾厄……」
女孩刚一回头，穷追不舍的猎犬向她扑来，脸庞又添上三道伤痕。
「金钱与财物对于泰坦而言一文不值，然而却能当作汝等虔诚的证明……」
欢呼声中，绫罗、美食、珠宝被抛向高台，堆积成山。
「不要听信那些黄金裔的狂言。相信刻法勒，只要我们真心祈祷，神明便会降下拯救……」
她挤过人群，手上的面包不知掉在了哪里。
她艰难四顾，只有居高临下的面孔像骚动的潮水一样向她涌来。
双腿渐渐发软，嘲笑的眼神、恐吓的微笑在眼中逐渐模糊。
但远方的声音已经咬到了她的耳朵，她不能停下。
「小偷！」
「罪犯！」
「混蛋！」
闭上双眼，她转身跳下足有百丈的城墙。
「好…好饿……」
冰凉的河水淹没了她的思绪。
在以生命为赌注的奔跑中，她赢得了第一次惨胜。
Character Story: Part I
• Unlocked at Character Level 20
"At the end of the Month of Weaving, bread, a bag of dried fruit, and numerous candles were stolen from the temple.
Though the value of the items may be trivial, sacrilege and disorder both merit severe punishment.
The suspect is gray-haired, cat-eared, slight build. Considered agile and cunning. Exercise caution.
A bounty is set: 5,000 for leads. 10,000 if captured alive."
—A wanted poster in Dolos
"Catch her, catch her!"
The square was lined with cells, reeking of raw sewage and echoing with whips and wails.
A girl in tattered rags sprinted through the crowded streets, trailing golden blood in her wake.
She raced past the platform, where a potbellied priest was delivering a sermon to the city's gathered faithful.
"By Kephale's grace, let us praise and give thanks for this beautiful world..."
"Integrity, honesty, mercy..."
"—Let us water our souls with virtue, and use love to temper tragedy..."
Just as the girl glanced back, the snarling hounds pursuing her lunged, carving three fresh gashes on her face.
"Treasure and wealth mean naught to Titans, yet they prove your devotion..."
Amid cheers, silks, delicacies, and jewels rained onto the platform, forming a small mountain.
"Shun the Chrysos Heirs' raving lies. Have faith in Kephale. So long as we pray earnestly, the god shall deliver salvation..."
She pushed her way through the crowd, losing the bread in her hand somewhere along the way.
Desperately, she looked around, only to find condescending faces staring down at her, surging toward her like a restless tide.
Her knees went weak as mocking glances and threatening smiles blurred before her eyes.
But the distant voices had already burrowed into her ears, and she couldn't stop.
"Thief!"
"Criminal!"
"Wretch!"
Closing her eyes, she plunged from that three-hundred-meter-high wall.
"So... hungry..."
Icy waters swallowed her consciousness.
And so, she claimed her first pyrrhic victory in a race with her life on the line.
