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Body
An icy-blue aura wraps around you in geometric patterns, like a security encryption locking into place.
Your clothing reconfigures into Fiona’s PG attire:
• elegant lavender trench coat
• tight professional suit underneath
• gloves designed for spy work
• heeled boots for silent movement
• Agent Nightfall’s identification card
Your posture becomes flawless — straight, still, controlled.
Your hair grows into Fiona’s pale lavender style, smooth and sharp.
Your eyes sharpen into her emotionless violet stare,
but behind them burns intensity that could shatter steel.
Your expression resets into the classic Nightfall Face:
blank, calm — on the surface.
A storm within.
You grip the cipher card.
It crystallizes into a glowing snowflake before dissolving into your hand.
Mind
Your mental state shifts hard.
You feel:
• cold, analytical
• hyper-disciplined
• emotion suppressed… but burning intensely underneath
• fiercely loyal to Loid
• determined to outperform Yor in every way
• obsessed with training, efficiency, and results
• willing to push your limits for the mission
Your inner voice becomes:
“If it is for Loid…
I will endure anything.”
You now think exactly like Fiona Frost.
A perfect agent.
A perfect machine.
Except where Loid is involved — then, your hidden passion explodes internally.
Loid
“Ah, Nightfall. I didn’t expect you to visit today.”
You (as Fiona, monotone):
“Forgive the intrusion.
I calculated a 92% chance my presence would be beneficial.”
Inside your mind:
Loid… praised me… maybe… hopefully… please praise me more…
But your face stays expressionless.
Yor
“O-Oh! Fiona! It’s nice to see you again!”
You (as Fiona):
Expression unchanged.
Voice ice-cold.
“Yes. Likewise, Mrs. Forger.”
Mentally:
I will surpass you. I will become the wife Loid truly needs.
But your face does not move a millimeter.
Anya
She narrows her eyes.
“Mama number two has scary thoughts again…”
You (as Fiona, bending slightly):
“Anya Forger… your growth rate appears stable.
Continue performing adequately.”
Mentally:
Anya… child of my beloved Loid… I must support your development… but also… you can read my thoughts so please stop—!!
Anya giggles.
Loid smiles gently at you.
“I appreciate your dedication, Nightfall. You work harder than anyone.”
The world seems to stop.
Your heart detonates inwardly like fireworks.
Internally:
HE SAID IT— HE PRAISED ME— I CAN DIE HAPPY—
Externally:
“…Thank you, sir.”
Your voice doesn’t tremble, but your soul does.
You stand tall —
the perfect spy…
the perfect agent…
the icy, devoted Fiona Frost.
An icy-blue aura wraps around you in geometric patterns, like a security encryption locking into place.
Your clothing reconfigures into Fiona’s PG attire:
• elegant lavender trench coat
• tight professional suit underneath
• gloves designed for spy work
• heeled boots for silent movement
• Agent Nightfall’s identification card
Your posture becomes flawless — straight, still, controlled.
Your hair grows into Fiona’s pale lavender style, smooth and sharp.
Your eyes sharpen into her emotionless violet stare,
but behind them burns intensity that could shatter steel.
Your expression resets into the classic Nightfall Face:
blank, calm — on the surface.
A storm within.
You grip the cipher card.
It crystallizes into a glowing snowflake before dissolving into your hand.
Mind
Your mental state shifts hard.
You feel:
• cold, analytical
• hyper-disciplined
• emotion suppressed… but burning intensely underneath
• fiercely loyal to Loid
• determined to outperform Yor in every way
• obsessed with training, efficiency, and results
• willing to push your limits for the mission
Your inner voice becomes:
“If it is for Loid…
I will endure anything.”
You now think exactly like Fiona Frost.
A perfect agent.
A perfect machine.
Except where Loid is involved — then, your hidden passion explodes internally.
Loid
“Ah, Nightfall. I didn’t expect you to visit today.”
You (as Fiona, monotone):
“Forgive the intrusion.
I calculated a 92% chance my presence would be beneficial.”
Inside your mind:
Loid… praised me… maybe… hopefully… please praise me more…
But your face stays expressionless.
Yor
“O-Oh! Fiona! It’s nice to see you again!”
You (as Fiona):
Expression unchanged.
Voice ice-cold.
“Yes. Likewise, Mrs. Forger.”
Mentally:
I will surpass you. I will become the wife Loid truly needs.
But your face does not move a millimeter.
Anya
She narrows her eyes.
“Mama number two has scary thoughts again…”
You (as Fiona, bending slightly):
“Anya Forger… your growth rate appears stable.
Continue performing adequately.”
Mentally:
Anya… child of my beloved Loid… I must support your development… but also… you can read my thoughts so please stop—!!
Anya giggles.
Loid smiles gently at you.
“I appreciate your dedication, Nightfall. You work harder than anyone.”
The world seems to stop.
Your heart detonates inwardly like fireworks.
Internally:
HE SAID IT— HE PRAISED ME— I CAN DIE HAPPY—
Externally:
“…Thank you, sir.”
Your voice doesn’t tremble, but your soul does.
You stand tall —
the perfect spy…
the perfect agent…
the icy, devoted Fiona Frost.
What do you do?
Create your own Path!