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White upon white, like snowflakes falling on frozen cliffs.

They simply found a new source of water, a new haven.

Can you at least tell me where exactly she carried out her fieldwork?

I can't. The observation data are badly corrupted. I can't recover the original data from the port...

Stacks of documents and mugs with dried coffee stains sit quietly on the table.

An error tone signifies failure of the data restoration, causing their hearts to sink once more.

There are ID records of all entries and exits, no message left behind in the dorms or labs...

The main security camera malfunctioned, while the two to the sides of the lab didn't capture anything...

It seems like too much of a coincidence. Could Carolin really have...?

No. Everyone else might assume she's a spy, but I can't let bias cloud my judgment. I already requested access permissions from Director Muelsyse to get to the bottom of things...

Knock, knock. Who's been up all night?

D-Director Muelsyse?

Surprised to see me?

I hear you haven't been back to the dorms for two straight nights... are you still searching for the data that disappeared?

Yes...

There is little doubt that the observation logs were altered, although we're not sure who did it, or why.

There is reason to believe that the overwritten data hold a crucial clue...

Hm... but...

Never mind. I brought you a li'l snacky. Can't work on an empty stomach, after all.

Thank you. What is this?

You've never had it? Kjerag cheese pastries with sugar frosting and berry jam. It was all the rage at the station a while back.

I heard people talking about it and had planned on trying them out the next time I went down the mountain for fondue, but I've been too busy investigating special energy sources unique to Kjerag.

Elena picks up a pastry. It's dried up on the outside, but the cheese and jam inside remain moist after being heated.

The sound of running water ceases, and Muelsyse sits down by her side with two clean mugs in hand.

Mind if I sip a cuppa joe with you?

Not at all.

Fresh coffee fills the mugs, drenching the air in its aroma.

The sound of machines operating is clearly audible at this late hour. A massive window on the wall displays the stars in Kjerag's night sky, deep and boundless as always.

The atmosphere in the room relaxes. Elena lifts her mug after a moment of hesitation.

Midnight coffee in the lab. Brings back memories.

You used to stay up late too?

Who doesn't, in our line of work?

Even when I was a student, it felt like I had more coffee than blood in veins for finals—

Haha... Looks like everyone's been there before.

Working at night's more efficient, after all.

Yes. Night is quiet. Makes it easier to focus.

I used to write one paper while dictating the summary of another using an audio recorder, when I was really busy.

That way, I get to make progress on both at the same time. Crazy, when I think back to it...

Oh yeah! Audio recorder!

Huh? Audio? Where are you going?

Surveillance audio recordings!

Surveillance camera, credentials... the time is... 3:19 am...

There.

Didn't you say the cameras didn't capture what was happening at the lab table?

Yes... but it might have captured sound from the equipment.

Listen to this... a lot of instruments operating. This ticking sound should be the audio sensor.

The frequency that it plays back is directly connected to graphing. We can use this frequency to recreate—excuse me.

Need a pen and paper? Here you go.

Oh, thanks.

Pen tip rubs against paper. The time they spend around the instruments have made researchers intimately familiar with data.

She enters the numbers that she copied down into the computer, then...

There...

This is the hidden data.

Lemme take a look-see...

Looks like a small earthquake occurred on Mount Karlan the morning of the day before the Catastrophe.

No... not an earthquake. It was an impact of some kind.

As if something fell from the sky into the mountains of Kjerag.

And then... came Kjerag's first Catastrophe.

Outside the wide windows of the observation station, the mountains of Kjerag seem to reflect a translucent blue under the moon.

Did Carolin go looking for this extraterrestrial object?

But why would she do it all on her own?

She's never abandoned her post like this. She must have found something...

We might be able to find her, if we figure out where that thing fell!

Which we can calculate from the wave frequency of the sound of impact!

Director Muelsyse, we...

The Vine-Bead Court isn't about to investigate on our behalf.

Strictly speaking, we shouldn't get any more involved in any of this stuff. The most we can do is to report this to Component Control.

But Carolin might be in danger...

You know that's not your job.

You're not exactly close to Carolin. Bluntly, whatever happens to her is none of your business.

Muelsyse finishes her cold coffee in silence.

Frowning at the bitter taste, she takes a piece of pastry and puts it in her mouth, speaking as she chews.

<i>...But.</i>

Sometimes, I kinda think the most important quality in a scientist is courage... maybe even recklessness.

You're a sharp kiddo. Got a knack for finding rhythm in music.

Makes for a good dancer. I wouldn't wanna tie you up, gotta let you move around free.

You mean...?

This conversation never happened. Nobody tried to talk you out of it, nobody told you what you can or can't do...

As for this late night snack... you took it from the shared fridge yourself, didn't you?