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Official Profile

Age	19
Height	164 cm
Race	Human
Hobbies	Late-night prowling, scaling buildings
Likes	Nighttime, vampires, the smell of spray paint
Dislikes	Daytime, morning call, "good morning"s
Character Release 「グラフィティ・アート」と呼ばれる塗料を使って公共の物に自身のシンボルマークやイラストを、人知れず至る所に描き残すことで人々を翻弄するアウトローな芸術家「イルノート」が新たな火属性のSSレアキャラクターとして登場です！ イルノートは「グラフィティ・アート」という概念を空の世界に流行らせた正体不明の覆面芸術家「ナイトキング」であり、彼女の作品は芸術性やメッセージ性が高いとされ、多くが消されずに残されている。 また彼女の描いた作品はどれもとてつもない値が付けられていており、ある国が国宝をすべて売り払ってナイトキングのグラフィティと交換したという話があるとかないとか。 ある日の深夜、主人公は町の廃墟でまさに「グラフィティ・アート」を描いている最中のイルノートと出会います。 その蠱惑的で怪しい雰囲気に警戒しつつも、彼女の押しの強さから彼女と共に自分の名前で「グラフィティ・アート」を描いてしまう主人公。 そして翌朝、ナイトキングと主人公の合作を見つけた町は大騒ぎになっており……？ Character Release 今回、イルノートと一緒に訪れるのは、夜間に営業しているナイトプール。 昼間とは違った雰囲気の中で見る、これまたいつもとは違った彼女の姿。 どことなく悪いことをしたくなる衝動に駆られるのは、彼女による扇動か、それとも……！？ そんなイルノートが今回用意したアビリティは、味方の強化に敵の弱体とバラエティに富みつつ、いずれも一癖あるものの格別の性能。 サイコーにCoolでSpecialに突き抜けた、彼女らしいアビリティの内容を紹介していきます！ Character Release グッドモーニング！とイルノートが珍しい挨拶をしながら、朝の食堂に現れました。 本来夜行性なはずのイルノートが何故日中に活動しているのか、そして今回は主人公とどんなイケないことをするのか？気になる続きはフェイトエピソードでお確かめください！

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* This is an unofficial, amateur translation.

Age	19歳
Height	164cm
Race	ヒューマン
Hobbies	深夜徘徊、建物をよじ登ること
Likes	夜、ヴァンパイア、スプレー塗料の香り
Dislikes	朝、モーニングコール、グッドモーニング
Character Release 「グラフィティ・アート」と呼ばれる塗料を使って公共の物に自身のシンボルマークやイラストを、人知れず至る所に描き残すことで人々を翻弄するアウトローな芸術家「イルノート」が新たな火属性のSSレアキャラクターとして登場です！ イルノートは「グラフィティ・アート」という概念を空の世界に流行らせた正体不明の覆面芸術家「ナイトキング」であり、彼女の作品は芸術性やメッセージ性が高いとされ、多くが消されずに残されている。 また彼女の描いた作品はどれもとてつもない値が付けられていており、ある国が国宝をすべて売り払ってナイトキングのグラフィティと交換したという話があるとかないとか。 ある日の深夜、主人公は町の廃墟でまさに「グラフィティ・アート」を描いている最中のイルノートと出会います。 その蠱惑的で怪しい雰囲気に警戒しつつも、彼女の押しの強さから彼女と共に自分の名前で「グラフィティ・アート」を描いてしまう主人公。 そして翌朝、ナイトキングと主人公の合作を見つけた町は大騒ぎになっており……？ Character Release 今回、イルノートと一緒に訪れるのは、夜間に営業しているナイトプール。 昼間とは違った雰囲気の中で見る、これまたいつもとは違った彼女の姿。 どことなく悪いことをしたくなる衝動に駆られるのは、彼女による扇動か、それとも……！？ そんなイルノートが今回用意したアビリティは、味方の強化に敵の弱体とバラエティに富みつつ、いずれも一癖あるものの格別の性能。 サイコーにCoolでSpecialに突き抜けた、彼女らしいアビリティの内容を紹介していきます！ Character Release グッドモーニング！とイルノートが珍しい挨拶をしながら、朝の食堂に現れました。 本来夜行性なはずのイルノートが何故日中に活動しているのか、そして今回は主人公とどんなイケないことをするのか？気になる続きはフェイトエピソードでお確かめください！

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Events

• Auguste of the Dead

Special Cutscenes

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Happy Birthday Cutscenes
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1	✔	Hey, little dude... Heh-heh... Happy birthday... Nah, I'm not drunk. Just that this special ink I made you... smells so damn good... Never got a whiff of anything like this before... It makes you feel real light... Dope. Haha... Ahaha... I was gonna use it and put up a piece for you, but... We could also just sit here and sniff it all day. (Captain)... Get over here... C'mon, we're gonna... Heh... Heh-heh-heh...
2	✔	Hey, little dude. You've always been a good hug pillow and night companion. Today, I return the favor. Whatever you say, goes. You want me to be a hug pillow, I'm your hug pillow. Or you looking for a masseuse? I'll do anything you want, long as it don't involve cooking. You wanna know why I'd go so far for you? Well, little dude.... Nah. I think you already know the answer. Come on. It's just the two of us. You can do whatever the hell you want today. Happy birthday, little dude.
3	✔	Hey, little dude. You ever seen a truly crazy night? Just... A single piece of graffiti driving a whole town out of their minds. People crying, screaming, raving. Yeah, kinda like the town where we first met. But even more insane. One day, I'm gonna throw up the maddest wildstyle. Something so cray, one glance will dry up all your brains. And you're gonna be there to witness it. I triple-dog swear it, bae. That's this year's birthday present. Happy birthday, (Captain).
4	✔	You're a bad influence, little dude. Been thinking about it. What life's been like since we met. Always knew that I never had a winning personality. Everyone did. But you've rubbed off on me. Got me being nice to people for no reason. Blegh... Gonna puke just talking 'bout it. The worst part is... I'm not even mad. This is all your fault. (Captain), you owe me your birthday... Yeah, that's right. Today's my birthday now, punk. We're gonna party like there's no tomorrow.

Happy New Year Cutscenes
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1	✔	Good night! Managed to get up soon as the sun went down. C'mon, little dude. Let's go catch the first moonrise. What do you mean, you've already seen it? Bull. What you witnessed was the first sunrise. I'm talking about the first moonrise here. That's what I've been saying. Why else do you think I woke up so early? Took you long enough. Anyway, once we've had our fill of the moon, we're gonna blow up New Year's night! What should we do? Where should we bomb? Hope you're ready for this. Cause we're gonna be guilty of so much foul play this year, little dude, you can't hope to keep track of it all.
2	✔	... Yawn... Yaaawn... Ngh... Mmph... First sunrise of the year... You wanted me to see it... So I'm here... Not bad... Actually, it's frickin' lit. This morning stuff is def... For real... Must be 'cause you're here... Damn, I can't take it any more... We're sleeping... 'til night falls... Illnott rushes forwards and catches (Captain) in her arms. It's the grip of death. No matter how the captain struggles, there's no escape. All that's left to do is surrender. Sigh... Nice. You're so soft. First cuddle of the year... See you tonight.
3	✔	Zzz... The New Year's sun unfurls its rays behind Illnott, who lies sound asleep with her arms wrapped around (Captain). At the captain's request, the two had traveled out into the crisp pre-dawn to watch the sunrise, but Illnott drifted off just as the sky began to pale. (Captain) watches Illnott's sleeping face, its outline glowing faintly in the golden light. Mm... Zzz... Little... Dude... You're my knight... Heh... Illknight... Choose: Here's to another year together. Mm... To... another year... Slowly, (Captain)'s eyes close, and the captain joins Illnott in the land of dreams.
4	✔	Good night, little dude! Nothing beats the first moonrise of the year, huh? The moonlight's nice and easy on the eyes and skin. This late, there's only sweet, sweet silence too. Hehe, it's the perfect time to party in secret. What kinda late-night fun do you wanna get up to? I'll let you decide for once. Show me a good time, yeah? Start the new year off with a bang.

Valentine's Day Cutscenes
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1	✔	Here, take this. It's chocolate. What, were you expecting homemade? Sorry, but I'm not much of a chef. Hey, it's the thought that counts. And I put a lot of heart into that. Anyway, I got some other surprises lined up. Might be more than a good kid like you can handle, but... You kept tonight free, right? I'll show you how grateful I am for all that you do. You won't be getting any sleep until dawn, (Captain).
2	✔	Time to get psyched. I bought you some chocolates, little dude. They just came out and every— What's with the face? You that desperate for my cooking? Well, it ain't happening. Ugh... Now you're making me feel bad. All right, all right. Don't move. I'm about to make you into a chocolate sculpture. I'll cover you in chocolate spray, then eat you up. Hey, where you going? You're the one who asked for my cooking. Heh...
3	✔	Hey, little dude. Prepare to be amazed. Gonna try making you something this year. Choose: No! Waaay! Dang, kid. Not that amazed. Now, check it. First, grabbed some special-made ganache from a top-tier chocolatier. Don't even get me started on how cray the line was. Now, I'm gonna take this special-made chocolate spray—courtesy of the same chocolatier—and bomb this biz. Pretty dope, huh? Hand-made, chef's kiss. Don't you be pulling that face on me now. You know I ain't cut out for kitchen work. Like askin' a bat to go surfing. Listen, I might not have thrown all the ingredients together, but my heart's still in that chocolate, 'kay? So. You gonna eat it or what, little dude?
4	✔	Catch, little dude. Got you something. Store-bought chocolate. A bit banged up for... reasons. Hey, don't give me that look... You know me and mornings. Had a rough time getting up... Sure, it might look like a mess, but it still tastes okay. Chocolate's chocolate. Flavor wasn't that much different from store-bought when I tested it... ... Choose: Did you... make this? Me? Make food? You're crazy. Nah, just... Stuff happened. Reasons. Whatever. Just put it in your damn mouth and swallow already. And quit staring like that. Being a real creep, y'know.
Gift		Raspberry Chocolate Cake

White Day Cutscenes
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1	✔	This is to thank me for what, now? My contributions to the crew? That's some good etiquette you've got there, little dude. I like people who can show respect. That cool kind of attitude is pretty phat. Heh. But it's not enough. Hey, kid, why don't you come here and be my hug pillow? Just till sunset tomorrow, all right? Call Lyria and the little lizard too. I just noticed this recently, but when we all sleep together, I wake up real well-rested. C'mon. We're close, right? Done some pretty messed up stuff together. Heh.
2	✔	You got this year's White Day present? You're a responsible kid and that's phat. Last year, you were included in the set. One little dude hug pillow... What about this year? No matter what you're planning on gifting me, you better be part of it again. You wanna stay up all night shooting the breeze? Nah, that's boring. We're gonna do something much, much worse... It's decided, kid. Come on, we're heading into town. You ain't getting any sleep tonight... Heh.
3	✔	So you're here again, little dude. What a square. Oh, you noticed? Yeah, I didn't sleep yesterday. It's a sick night, and look at me... Barely able to keep my eyes open. Nah, nothing to worry about. I was just thinking... 'Bout you coming today. I dunno, man. Got me so antsy, I haven't slept for two days. So if I look like a hot mess right now, that's all on you, thug. Ugh... I can't think straight. Stop staring, little dude...
4	✔	Thanks, little dude. Appreciate it. Just set it down somewhere. Grab it later. What? Nah, not mad at you. Used to you stopping by every year, that's all. Strangely enough, Illnott keeps her distance and refuses to look the captain in the eyes. Choose: Scootch closer. What. Choose: Slide even closer. Don't you be playing with me. I'm... blushing? You gotta be frickin' kidding... After muttering to herself, Illnott suddenly sweeps (Captain) into a hug. Her grip is ironclad, like always, but not to the point of pain. The captain recognizes that there's no escaping it. My turn. Come that close, and you're mine. Never gonna let you forget this White Day... Heheheh...

Trick or Treat Cutscenes
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Happy Holidays Cutscenes
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1	✔	Heard that somewhere they turned one of my works into a date spot. Even made up some kind of fable, something about how confessing in front of my graffiti will bind you together, or not. Take this, little dude. It's your new ink. Pretty nice place here, isn't it? How about you and I throw up a new date spot right now? And when we're done, I can sing you a little confession. Bind us together, like the rumors say. Heh. I'm just joking with you. Don't have much experience, do you, little dude? That's cute. But for real, after, we can stargaze and stay up till the moon starts fading. Special night tonight and it's just getting started. Happy holidays, (Captain).
2	✔	Yo, little dude. I'm Santa. Look at my sick sack. What do you mean, why is it empty? That's how it's supposed to be. You ever heard of the anti-Santa? When you've been bad, he sticks you in his sack and spirits you away. Hey, little dude... You're a good kid. Or you were. You know what we do at night. You're crazy now, kid. I drove you crazy. Heh... Heh-heh... Oh, you know why my sack's empty now. Hey, no running! We're gonna have ourselves a dope little holiday. So come to papa...
3	✔	Yawn... Good night, little dude. Man, whole world looks like a gigantic snow globe... Huh? What's this? A sleeping bag? Naw, looks more like Santa's sack. Question is, heck am I doing in it? Oh... Little dude, you set this up? Getting me back for all those times I pranked you, huh? Heh. Turning into a real piece of work, aren't ya? You wild child... But... With a wicked smile, Illnott produces a spray gun, points it at (Captain), and pulls the trigger. A powerful jet of ink slams into (Captain), not from the nozzle, but from behind the captain's back. Startled, (Captain) reels toward the huge sack Illnott was sleeping in and... Wouldya look at that? Seems like I bagged me a crazy gift. You ain't ever out-pranking me, kid. So, little present... How do you think we should celebrate Dope Eve?
4	✔	... Illnott spray-paints the window of a house in town, surrounded by children eagerly watching over the process. Oh. What's up, little dude? Me? Just doing some snowy art. Not my usual style, I know... Go ahead. Laugh it up. Was dropping some "gifts" around town when these kids found me. Roped me into painting their houses after that. Tch, I tried to tell 'em no, but they wouldn't leave me alone. So here I am. Choose: You're nicer than you let on. Yeah? Then I better get a special present for being on the extra nice list. You best not forget.

Fate Episodes

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King of the Day

With the holiest of nights right around the corner, Illnott explores a nearby forest in the dark and finds a certain something. Later, (Captain) bumps into the night owl during daylight hours—who is as confused at her sleep schedule as the captain is. With no better plans, Illnott accepts an invitation for some midday fun.

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A lone shadow darts about a forest in the thick of night—with only the rustling of grass in the wind to keep her company.

Illnott: Crap. I can't find it. Maybe it really was just a rumor...

This young graffiti artist's name is Illnott, also known as the King of the Night, and her notoriety reaches the far corners of the sky.

Illnott: The damn sun's gonna be up soon. I need to wrap things up here.

Illnott: I guess I'll just drop the search for now and try to work with what I've got...

Illnott: Hmph. What's this?

As if to lead Illnott onward, the grass before her parts into two, revealing a path ahead.

Illnott: Making me wait until the break of dawn to find out where you are. Talk about dramatic.

Illnott: Sniff... Whew... I can't get enough of this smell. So dope...

Illnott: I'd love to take some back to my room, but I guess the little dude comes first.

Illnott: Sniff... Ugh, on second thought, I'm gonna nab some for myself.

Illnott mutters to herself as she fills her hands with as much as she can carry, then makes her way out of the forest.

Ready for the busy day ahead, (Captain) enters the ship's dining hall in search of breakfast.

With just a few days remaining until the holiest of nights, a cheery atmosphere fills the room—the kind that makes one break out into smiles.

???: Mornin', little dude! Nice seeing you up this early! That cute little face of yours sure does sparkle in the sun.

1. Good morning—

Choose: Good morning—

As the two exchange greetings, an alarm goes off in the captain's head.

As if by instinct, (Captain)'s eyes immediately dart to a window—the skies are clear, and the sun is shining bright.

???: Why you squinting at the window so hard? If it's too bright, I can close the curtains. I'd prefer your eyes be on me.

???: Or you just being bashful? Hah, a bit late for that, don't you think? I mean, we've been through sooo much together, right?

It slowly dawns on (Captain) that this is no dream.

The King of the Night, devoted denizen of the dark, whose day begins and ends in darkness—Illnott—is awake with the sun.

Illnott: Heh, finally. About time you looked my way, sleepyhead. Show me that pretty face of yours.

Illnott: Here, I've warmed up this towel for you. Maybe it'll wake you up. I'll go get us some juice in the meanwhile.

Illnott: Just wait right there, little dude. We'll have breakfast together.

With that, Illnott takes off for the kitchen to procure their food.

(Captain), barely able to think through all the question marks, obediently takes a seat to wait.

Illnott: Sorry for the wait, kid. Here's a cold cup of tomato juice. Down this, and you'll feel great for the rest of the morning.

Illnott: Oh, I brought you some food too. You're still growing, so eat up.

1. Illnott? Is that really you?

Choose: Illnott? Is that really you?

Illnott: You suggesting I'm some kinda fake? Ouch, that was uncalled for. I'm doing this for you, y'know.

Illnott: Although... I guess you're right, little dude. This isn't something I'd usually do. It's like I'm—hrk...

Illnott: Sigh... Anyway, just drink your juice. It's freshly squeezed. Trust me, it'll taste dope. I promise.

(Captain) warily accepts the cup of juice but continues to stare at Illnott.

Illnott: This feels backwards.

Illnott comments as she averts her eyes from (Captain)'s gaze, who in turn reacts like someone whose line has been stolen.

Illnott: Fair. Yeah, I've been conking out before midnight lately. Haven't had any night fun in days.

Illnott: Which would be bad enough by itself, but also... Ugh, how the hell do I say this... I can't lie to myself anymore?

Illnott: The sun's so nice I've been going for morning walks—and keep helping out lost kids and little old ladies. I even pick up litter! Augh!

1. So now you're Wellnott?

Choose: So now you're Wellnott?

Illnott: Don't pull that when I can't fight back.

Illnott: Anyway, I saw a doctor about it. Said I'm fit as a damned fiddle. Obviously.

Illnott: Bet it's not often they get people coming in complaining of being too healthy... I definitely got some looks.

Illnott: But come on! This is a problem of life or ego death! Having to see such beautiful—no, I mean hateful!—sunlight every day is making me feel all fuzzy inside!

As Illnott continues her rant, (Captain) glances at her face and notices that she does, in fact, look much healthier than her usual self.

1. Maybe the stress just caught up to you?

Choose: Maybe the stress just caught up to you?

Illnott: Huh. True, I have been busy... Makes sense if this was just me crashing.

Illnott: If that's it, should be plenty rested by now. Just need to go to bed somehow and sleep 'til sundown—might put me back to normal.

Illnott: Thanks little dude, knew you'd help me out. Lemme go get you a refill on that juice. Token of my appreciation.

Illnott: Wait. Argh! No, I'm being all goody-goody again!

Illnott: This should make me wanna puke! Makes me sick that it doesn't! Or does it not? No, it does...

Illnott continues to talk to herself under her breath but gets up to grab another cup of juice anyway.

Illnott: Hey, kid. I feel like I'm gonna start falling apart if I don't go to bed, so I'm gonna call it for today—and before you say anything, yes, I know sleeping during the day is bad.

Illnott: Wait, no. That's good. I'm supposed to be bad—bad is good. Hrk!

1. Don't forget to brush your teeth.

Choose: Don't forget to brush your teeth.

Illnott: Of course. Gotta keep these pearly whites nice and clean.

Illnott: I'm not being myself again, aren't I? Or am I? Which am I?

Illnott: Forget it. Little dude, you wanna come with? Let's brush our teeth together—you and me.

(Captain) accepts Illnott's strange invitation, and the two head to the washroom to brush their teeth.

The thought crosses (Captain)'s mind that this might actually be the most normal thing the two have ever done together.

Illnott: 'Preciate you walking me back, King of the Knights. I'll be able to catch some z's for sure.

Illnott proclaims her intent to sleep, but her face tells another story—she could not look any more awake if she tried.

1. Want a warm body pillow?
2. You sure you can fall asleep by yourself?

Choose: Want a warm body pillow?

Illnott: What's up, little dude? You wanna get a little frisky?

Illnott: But to answer your question... Yes, I do. I'm down if you're down.

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Choose: You sure you can fall asleep by yourself?

Illnott: Hah. What are you saying? I mean, I guess I've been a good girl today...

Illnott: But maybe not good enough to go to bed alone...

Continue 1

Illnott: Damn though, since when was your mind so dirty? You been doing a little messing around at night without me?

Illnott: Better be careful, or you might catch some heat—not that I have any right to say anything.

Illnott: For now though... you're going to help me get a good day's sleep.

Illnott: Sleep tight.

Illnott's face is close enough (Captain) can feel when she closes her eyes.

Illnott: ...

Illnott: Ugh... Gotta keep... my eyes closed... Maybe I'll try... counting sheep... Dammit... What am I? Some kinda... little kid?

1. You can't fall asleep either, huh?

Choose: You can't fall asleep either, huh?

Illnott: I might just cry.

Illnott: Well, I guess I already slept nine hours today...

Illnott: It's fine. Everything is fine. I'll fall asleep soon... I know it...

1. Wanna go explore the day?

Choose: Wanna go explore the day?

Illnott: Huh?

If sleep isn't coming, (Captain) proposes, getting up and moving around may be more helpful than lying in bed.

The proposal comes from a late realization that, otherwise, the entire day will be spent as a body pillow in the viselike grip of the King of the Night.

Illnott: Me? Do stuff during the day?

Illnott: No way. Screw that. If I go out there I'm gonna pull some goody two-shoes move again!

Illnott: There's nothing worth doing under the sun anyway.

1. Are you having fun just lying here?
2. That's what I used to think about the night.

Choose: Are you having fun just lying here?

Illnott: Not a fair question... It is pretty fun using you as my personal body pillow.

Illnott: Hm... Maybe not enough excitement for a whole day though.

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Choose: That's what I used to think about the night.

Illnott: But not anymore, you mean? Can't say I hate to hear that.

Illnott: I guess it wouldn't hurt for me to do a little learning myself...

Continue 2

Illnott: So the little dude wants to lead me on a daylight date, huh?

Illnott: Damn, and I can't say no to those eyes. I guess it makes sense my knight can play dirty.

More than by her words, Illnott accepts the invitation by loosening her grip.

(Captain), in turn, begins a mental sketch of their schedule for the day ahead.

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A Not-Ill Date

Illnott and (Captain) walk the town as she agonizes over having become a goody two-shoes. After stops at a popular cafe and holiday-themed clothing store, they eventually arrive at an art museum. (Captain) leads her to a crowd of museumgoers enraptured by an exhibit—one of graffiti art by the King of the Night. Moved by both the sight and the captain's thoughtful gesture, Illnott's hidden resolve hardens.

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Following (Captain)'s suggestion, the two leave the currently docked airship and head out to the island's main street.

Illnott: Hey there, granny. Watch out. You dropped your purse.

Grandma: Oh? Well, so I did. Thank you very much, dear. You're quite the sweetheart.

Illnott: Hrk. You're, uh... welcome, I guess.

Illnott: Huff... Huff... Huh?

Illnott: Hey, kid!

Illnott suddenly dashes forward, catching a nearby child mid-fall.

Child: Ah! Thank you, miss. Ehehe, you're really nice!

Illnott: Huff... Hrgh... Argh... Right... Just be more careful next time...

Illnott: Ugh... It's happening again... My head... It's gonna explode...

Illnott: W-we gotta get off the streets, little dude. If I'm out here much longer I'm gonna lose myself to the forces of good...

Though not unamused watching Illnott succumb to admirable temptations, (Captain) answers her plea by pointing to a nearby store.

Illnott: That some kind of cafe? Really living up to the daytime reputation of normal.

1. Today's for the things you can't do at night.

Choose: Today's for the things you can't do at night.

Illnott: Never seen a cafe like that open at night, true.

Illnott: Well, you're the one in charge today. Take my hand and lead me where you please.

With that, Illnott looks at (Captain) and extends her hand. The captain looks away—but takes it.

Illnott: Sniff... Sniff... This smell... It's nice and calming. Very chill.

The two grab a table by one of the windows, and as they sit down, a waft of coffee floats into the room.

Shopkeeper: Welcome. How may I help you today?

Illnott: We'll have two of whatever that smell is coming from.

Shopkeeper: All right... Two house blends. Will that be all?

Illnott: Blend? Nah, I might as well go for a hit of something pure strain...

Shopkeeper: Pardon?

1. Two house blends, please.

Choose: Two house blends, please.

Shopkeeper: C-coming right up...

Illnott: Sigh... Hey, little dude. Can't we try something other than the house blend?

Illnott: What's that, you wanna try something we can't get from the ship's cafe? We have one of those?

Illnott: Oh right, it's probably not open during my hours.

Illnott: No night hours, I guess... Wait, I can just go during normal hours now. Starting to see what you mean.

Shopkeeper: Excuse me. Here are your drinks. Two house blends, freshly brewed.

The server ever so gracefully places the two cups of coffee in front of the pair before heading back to the bar.

Before she begins drinking, Illnott takes a deep breath, inhaling the fragrant fumes rising from the small cup.

Illnott: Sniff... Whew... Damn, it's even better taken straight. Feels like blowing the dust outta my brain..

(Captain), by now used to the eccentricities of Illnott's speech, doesn't raise a brow. The rest of the cafe, however, struggles not to gawk.

Illnott: Mm. It even tastes good. All the better for knowing you and I are drinking the same stuff.

Illnott: How you liking it, little dude?

...

Good to hear. Partners in crime and taste.

Illnott: Phew. Already done with my cup. That was great. How long's it been since I last had coffee?

Illnott: Used to think coffee just tasted like dirt water, but this was an eye-opener. Guess I owe you one, kid.

1. This place offers free refills.

Choose: This place offers free refills.

Illnott: You serious?

Illnott: Damn, you're right. You mean I can have as much of this stuff as I want? Dope.

Illnott: Hey, little dude. How about another round?

Illnott, having downed five entire cups of coffee, leaves the cafe more awake than when she entered.

Illnott: Y'know, this sunshine isn't bugging me as much as it was earlier. Anyway, where we headed to next?

Illnott: Shopping, huh? Sounds fun. Classic daytime thing. Count on the King of the Knights to make an honorable choice.

Illnott: Haha, nah, I'm not teasing you. Everything's fun when I'm with you, little dude.

Illnott: Ah, but don't forget. If you want me to tag along, you have to personally lead me.

Illnott once again extends her hand for (Captain) to grab, and the two continue walking.

Illnott: Been a while since I've seen so many open stores...

1. You? Active during the day?
2. What did you buy?

Choose: You? Active during the day?

Illnott: It was a long time ago. You curious about my past or something?

Illnott: Hehe, we'll talk about it some other night. Let's focus on enjoying ourselves for now.

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Choose: What did you buy?

Illnott: Not anything interesting. The bare essentials—water, food, and the occasional set of clothes. Nothing worth remembering.

Illnott: On second thought, technically I wasn't shopping. I was a bad apple, after all.

Continue 1

Upon answering (Captain)'s question, Illnott squints, looking ahead at the pedestrians wandering about the street before them.

Girl: Daddy! Mommy! I know what I want to ask Santa Claus for!

Father: Hm? Is that so? I guess we'd better get to writing that letter then.

Mother: So what did you decide on, dear?

Girl: A toy airship—like the one here at the island! It's super cool, and so are the skyfarers aboard it!

Girl: When I grow up, I want to be just like them! I'll ride a ship like that and fly all across the skies!

Illnott: Heh. You got a fan, little dude. But she's right—the Grandcypher is a pretty sick ride. The kid's got taste.

Illnott: ...
Guess that coffee didn't help as much I hoped.

Seeing Illnott fall back into her earlier mood, (Captain) steps in to change the subject.

1. Speaking of... What'd you get?

Choose: Speaking of... What'd you get?

Illnott: Huh? Like, presents? Hang on, I know I'm acting all nice today, but don't you ever forget that I'm a real troublemaker at heart.

Illnott: Though that reminds me. Always used to get a burglar sneaking in around this time of year.

Illnott: He was terrible at it, always leaving his loot behind and forgetting to steal anything.

(Captain) valiantly suppresses the urge to point out the obvious.

It appears the captain is not alone in putting Illnott on the nice list.

Illnott: People always let loose on the big night.

Illnott: Heck, crowds look pretty loose now, days away and with the sun still up. Easy to imagine a burglar trying to take advantage and just fumbling it, right?

Illnott: Anyway. Never really noticed in the dark, but they really go hard on the decorations here. Wreaths and those trees everywhere you look.

Illnott: And that place there is even selling holiday clothes. Do people really need to play dress-up too?

Illnott: Sheesh. Leave the costumes to Santa Claus.

Illnott: Wait. Actually, that outfit looks kinda nice, not gonna lie...

One particular costume catches Illnott's eye, and the caffeine-fueled night owl briskly walks over to the store where it is being displayed.

Illnott: Hrm... Gimme a sec, little dude.

Illnott takes a moment to browse the store's selection, then grabs a few outfits before heading to the changing rooms in the back.

Illnott: How's my fit, kid?

1. Looks great.
2. Looks a bit... naughty.

Choose: Looks great.

Illnott: Simple answer, but not a bad one. If you like it that much, it was worth the price.

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Choose: Looks a bit... naughty.

Illnott: Hehe... You're making me wanna see what you'd look like in something naughty.

Illnott: But we'll leave that for another time.

Continue 2

Illnott: All right then. Now that I've embraced the season, on to our next stop.

Illnott: Lead the way, little dude.

(Captain) spends a moment in thought, then makes a decision.

Illnott: An art museum?

Illnott: So this is what it's like...

1. Not a fan?

Choose: Not a fan?

Illnott: Hey, don't worry about me. As long as you're here, I'm having fun.

Illnott: Was just wondering if you were gonna try to get me into painting fine art.

Illnott: You're not? No problem then. I'll admit, this is my first time at one of these.

Illnott: It's fine though. This is nice. It's definitely not somewhere I'd come in my own free time—kinda like the cafe.

Illnott: That said, I don't really have any opinion on the poor stuff they have strung up here. Definitely not my thing. I'm sure it's good, but that's about it.

Although the street artist feigns disinterest in the museum's various exhibits, (Captain) catches her sneaking looks at several of the summaries as they stroll through the halls.

Illnott: Hey, you notice how we're almost the only ones here? Guess most people aren't spending their holidays on a museum.

Illnott: Or not. I guess the big draw's over there?

The two continue their stroll, eventually reaching the edge of the crowd.

Museum Visitor 1: I never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes! It's even cooler than I imagined!

Museum Visitor 2: Right? It's exquisite! Nothing beats the King of the Night's graffiti!

Illnott: ...?

(Captain) and Illnott peer through the throng and get a glimpse at the center of the everyone's attention.

Displayed with great prominence within a glass case is a section of brick wall covered in vibrant graffiti.

A plate shows the name of the presumed artist—the King of the Night.

Illnott: Where'd I do that one... Don't remember, but yeah that's definitely mine.

Illnott: This what you wanted to show me, kid?

1. Close, but not quite.

Choose: Close, but not quite.

(Captain) looks instead at the people forming the enormous crowd surrounding Illnott's graffiti.

Museum Visitor 1: Wow, thanks for bringing me here!

Museum Visitor 2: You're very welcome! Think of it as an early present.

It isn't just couples—visitors of all ages have their eyes glued to the glass case containing the King of the Night's work.

Illnott: Aha. So this was your plan. You really are a bad one.

Illnott: Some noise you only get to hear during the day, huh.

Between Illnott's reaction and the happy voices spilling from the crowd, (Captain)'s face melts into a gentle smile.

Illnott: C'mon, little dude...

Illnott: (Sheesh... If you're gonna give me that look, I guess I really do need to hurry...)

Illnott: (You got me hopped up on inspiration, so as long as I start back up tonight...)

A Not-Ill Date: Scene 2

Illnott resumes her nighttime activities, yet appears more tired by the day. Upon hearing she's been continuing her daytime activities as well, a worried (Captain) dashes out to the town in search of her. Finding instead only illusory, inky remnants of Illnott, (Captain) soon discovers that the artist has been using ink made with vampire grass—a herb that causes hallucinations and disrupts sleep patterns.

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Night falls, and Illnott once again wanders the town's dark alleys.

If her return to the night realm was all that changed, perhaps you could even call things normal, but—

Vyrn: Somethin' ain't right...

Vyrn: Not that there's ever been anythin' right with Splatters.

Lyria: I only saw her face for a second, but she looked exhausted for some reason...

Lyria: I could be imagining things though. I haven't talked to her or anything...

Vyrn: Hasn't Splatters been up during the day recently? Maybe she just needs some sleep...

(Captain) briefly considers the possibility this is simply a case of choosing to stay up too late.

But quickly rules it out—the King of the Night is not usually one to fight her own instincts. Not successfully, anyway.

1. I'm gonna hit the town. Be back soon.

Choose: I'm gonna hit the town. Be back soon.

Lyria: Huh? Are you going out? At this hour? But it's pitch-dark outside!

Vyrn: Yeah! If you're gonna go out, at least go with someone else!

Lyria: Ah, we're too late...

Vyrn: Splatters must be rubbin' off on (Captain) pretty hard... Since when were they so buddy-buddy?

With the big night right around the corner, the town is eerily silent.

(Captain) listens carefully for the sound of spray paint while navigating the area's back alleys in search of places that Illnott could potentially bomb.

Illnott: ...

(Captain) turns the corner and spots Illnott collapsed on the ground.

1. Hey! Are you okay?

Choose: Hey! Are you okay?

(Captain) rushes to her side and picks her up.

The body (Captain) holds is extremely lightweight—almost ethereal—and quickly dissipates into the air.

The increasingly anxious captain continues to wander the town, looking for any signs of Illnott's activity.

(Captain) spots another Illnott at the end of the path ahead and once again rushes over, only for the body to disappear a second time.

Even after a full circuit around town, the real Illnott remains missing.

1. What's going on here?

Choose: What's going on here?

Nearly despondent, (Captain) looks down at the trembling hands that have now cradled so many illusions of the artist.

And notices, upon the fingertips, a hint of ink.

Vyrn: So what you're sayin' is... the reason why Splatters has been up during the day is 'cause of that ink?

Lyria: Vampire grass... That's not a plant I've ever heard of.

The ink that had stained (Captain)'s hands carried a clue—its scent was not quite the same as Illnott's usual.

Suspecting it may hold the answer to both the illusions and Illnott's flipped schedule, (Captain) investigated the substance with the help of other crewmates.

These efforts revealed both the main ingredient—leaves of the plant known as vampire grass—and some of the more unique properties its scent carries.

Vyrn: A plant that reverses your sleep schedule if you smell too much of it? That's so weird...

Lyria: And then it also creates illusions? Put together, I suppose that does sound like a fairy-tale vampire.

Vyrn: Come to think of it, Splatters was a vampire fan, wasn't she?

Lyria: Ahaha... Yes, but I doubt that's related...

Lyria: Um, anyway... How are we going to undo the effects of the vampire grass?

Vyrn: Says here there's no antidote... But also that it's supposed to wear off after a few days?

The crew's discussion leads to the conclusion that, most likely, the ink-making process led to Illnott receiving a high level of exposure and thus prolonged symptoms.

Lyria: So the best way to help her is by letting her sleep it off, right?

Vyrn: There's some folk remedy stuff for it here too, but it all looks like just superstition.

Lyria: Then sleep it is! Maybe she'll go to bed if we're all her body pillows!

Vyrn: Like last time? Sigh... Fine, if we have to. Can't just be lettin' her ruin her health.

1. I'll go find her then.

Choose: I'll go find her then.

Lyria: Right... Staying up for days at a time has to be taking it's toll!

Vyrn: And it'd suck to have to pay for it by being sick in bed over the holidays.

Lyria: Let's all pitch in and look for her together!

Vyrn: Hey! Why're you runnin' off by yourself again?

(Captain) bolts out of the room, headed straight for the town.

Having experienced firsthand how much of the town is already dotted with the street artist's trompe l'oeil graffiti, there's one thing the captain is sure of.

Illnott—or rather, the King of the Night—is planning something big. And whatever it is, it's going to be bad.

A Not-Ill Date: Scene 3

(Captain) finally finds Illnott hard at work in the town's alleyways. She adds a finishing touch to her holiday graffiti, then passes out from exhaustion. Her work, however, comes to life, and the townspeople witness a holiday miracle. Illnott awakens a full day later, back on her usual schedule. As she notices the effort (Captain) put in for her sake—including evidence of a folk remedy on her neck—the artist's face is painted a holiday red.

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It's the holiest night of the year, and despite the late hour, people can still be seen wandering the dark streets.

Museum Visitor 1: Whoa, it's snowing!

Museum Visitor 2: You're right... We should head back to the inn before it gets too cold.

(Captain) pays the other pedestrians little attention and, following the strange ink's scent, beelines for the town's back alleys.

Familiar Voice: Phew... Almost done...

At long last, (Captain) spots the real King of the Night hard at work.

1. Illnott!
2. You need to stop!

Choose: Illnott!

Illnott: Is that... the little dude's voice I hear? Shouldn't be out at this hour...

Illnott: Sniff... Whew... Maybe I'm just imagining things. I need some more coffee... That's all...

Go to "Continue 1"

Choose: You need to stop!

Illnott: Just... a bit more... I'm almost done. Even in my imagination, the little dude worries too much. Chill out and wait for a sec...

Continue 1

(Captain) moves over to Illnott's side, determined to show her that she's not dreaming.

Illnott: Ah...

Illnott almost topples to the ground, but (Captain) manages to catch the exhausted artist in time.

Illnott: Oh... Thought I was going crazy for a second there... Hey, little dude... 'sup?

Illnott: Hah, you look pretty down... Guess you were pretty lonely without me...

Illnott: Sorry 'bout that, kid... But I'm done now...

Illnott: Zzz...

It's hard to tell if she has fallen asleep or has simply passed out.

Lifting her up, (Captain) stares at the dark bags beneath Illnott's eyes.

Someone's Voice: Wha—!

(Captain) hears the shocked voices of a few passersby reverberating throughout the alleyway and peeks around the corner to see what's going on.

Museum Visitor 2: Why's there an airship right in the middle of town?

Girl: Wow! Mommy, Daddy! Look, there's an airship coming this way!

Father: Don't be silly, sweetie. Someone must be playing some kinda trick...

Mother: I don't know, dear... It looks pretty real to me...

While the strange airship looks astonishingly similar to the Grandcypher, its size gives away the fact that it is, in fact, some kind of replica—albeit a very convincing one.

In the midst of the confusion, the illusory airship slowly begins to float up toward the skies above town.

Girl: This is so cool!

Father: Ah, don't touch it sweetie! You might hurt yourself!

Pop-up Text: Happy holidays!

The little girl reaches out to touch the ship, and as soon as she makes contact, a single celebratory line of text pops into view.

Girl: Wooow!

Her eyes sparkling, the girl touches the ship a few more times.

Pop-up Text: Happy holidays!
Happy holidays!
Happy holidays!

Girl: Ahaha! I love it! Hey, Mommy! Daddy! You touch it too!

Museum Visitor 1: The fact that we can touch it means it's real, right? But being able to touch a flying airship from the ground doesn't make any sense...

Museum Visitor 2: Do you think this is some sort of graffiti?

Museum Visitor 1: There's no way. You just have graffiti on the brain after seeing the King of the Night's work.

Museum Visitor 2: Yeah, but they say it's like magic, right? You never know...

Listening in on couple's conversation, (Captain) can't help but nod along in agreement.

All the fake Illnotts from yesterday must have been her test runs for this.

Extensive graffiti of the airship, spread all across the town's walls, has created the illusion of its flight.

1. But why do all this?

Choose: But why do all this?

Illnott: The daytime noise wasn't half bad. Glad I got to hear it with you.

Illnott: But still... Nothing suits you and I like the roar of the night.

Illnott: So for this special night tonight, I wanted to really go all out...

Illnott: Thanks for everything, little dude. And happy holidays.

As soon as the words fade, (Captain)'s shoulder returns to being a pillow.

Illnott: ...

It looks like she's dozed off for real this time.

The captain worries. Sleeping now means waking up in the morning—the source of Illnott's stress will remain.

1. If this doesn't work... Sorry.

Choose: If this doesn't work... Sorry.

Illnott: Ngrh...

Illnott: Oh, I'm in my room. Wait... What happened after I bombed the town?

Illnott: Right, the little dude came and picked me up.

Illnott: And I conked right out after that. I think I remember now.

Illnott: All right then...

Illnott gets up, walks herself to the closest window, and opens the shutters.

Illnott: Dope, I got up at the right time. Goodbye sunshine, and good riddance.

The King of the Night gazes off into the distance and smiles—darkness for as far as the eye can see.

Illnott: Guess this means I was out an entire day, huh? All that coffee macrodosing to stay up paid off.

Illnott: Now then... I wonder if my little prankster's awake...

Illnott hits the halls, her feet as light as feathers and as silent as the night itself.

Illnott: Hah, finally found you.

Illnott: Nighty-night, little dude. What are you doing up this late? You're gonna get in trouble.

Hearing Illnott's voice, (Captain) jolts up and turns toward its source.

Illnott: The King of the Night is ready to roll. If you're gonna clap, now's the time. I also accept hugs.

Illnott spreads her arms—and (Captain) dodges past under one, fleeing the room entirely.

Illnott: Wasn't in the mood, huh? Fine, not everyone can be naughty every night.

Illnott: Huh? What's this here?

Sitting atop the table where (Captain) had been sitting moments earlier is a large book left wide-open.

Illnott: Some kinda encyclopedia... for plants? Kid trying to add "bookworm" to the list?

Illnott: Vampire grass...

The open page's margins are crammed with notes, clearly the work of several different people.

Illnott: "Treatment for excessive exposure. One, plenty of sleep. Two, proper nutrition."

Illnott: ...
So this was all research for my sake...

Illnott: Seems like the answer was to sleep it off... Hm?

One of the corners is etched with what appears to be (Captain)'s handwriting.

Illnott: "Note: folk remedy.
Have someone close to the patient (family, friend, lover, etc.) bite them on the neck."

Illnott: "The deeper their bond, the quicker the recovery. They say. Long shot, but worth trying."

Illnott: ...!

Illnott hands shoot to her neck. What she finds paints her face a bright red.

Illnott: Damn... You're naughtier than I thought... Not bad, kid...

The red spreads to cover her ears, but her hands don't leave her neck.

Until eventually color begins to stain the night sky, Illnott stays glued to (Captain)'s seat.

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