Are these the documents you need to mail? Alright, let me check them off.

There's a letter for you from the Lungmen slums, Doctor. A former patient? Your expression tells me pretty much exactly what's in this letter.

I use this sword to fight beasts that slip into the village, as well as bandits and thieves. For beasts, it's just a matter of driving them away. But people, it's hard to keep them from going astray.

There are villages that don't even appear on maps, relying on Messengers to communicate. I used to follow the ones who came to my village around, and even learned my first words from the stuff written on envelopes. But I had to grow up before I learned how much those few words meant.

I once went back to the village where I grew up. All I found was a few abandoned huts and fields. The people who lived there probably found new lives in the cities. But sometimes I wonder, if I had worked harder, would they have stayed?

You know, I haven't been to that many places. I've wandered between the mountains and cities, and seen people suffering from hardship, helplessness, and stress... This is a vast land, but how many people live in its nameless corners from birth to death, with no one ever to know they existed?

The villagers didn't kick me out when they learned I had Oripathy, but still I couldn't go back to my old life. No, getting infected was my own responsibility. It'd be too full of myself to say I got Infected to help people.

I'm still looking for the young man's family. My words were too harsh... I didn't know his name, even at the very end of it. Superficial as it might have been, he came down for a taste of our harsh lives and recorded it. There's meaning in that.

I've seen many people wait at the village entrance, hoping for a letter from their families. I've seen all sorts of emotions on their faces when they opened the letters. Messengers carry little slivers of people's lives. That's got nothing to do with me, and everything too.

What a beautiful sunset. The weather tomorrow should be fine and clear.

Hi there, Are you the Doctor that's in charge here? I heard I could get treatment for Oripathy in exchange for work here... Oh, right, just call me Wind Chimes. It's a name that represents hope.

I'd rather not get into fights while making deliveries...

All I did was carry out my duties as a Messenger... Anyway, leave it to me if you have a job like that again. I won't let you down.

Many more people are waiting for hopeful news. Doctor, let's walk this path together.

As long as there's a destination, there's a way.

I'll make sure everyone arrives safely.

The road is long. Walk slowly.

Get out of the way.

I'm ready.

Ready to go.

Bare mountains, dirt n' dust... all familiar sights.

A long path through tall mountains… Stay alert.

Leave now and I'll act like I never saw you.

I never wanted to point this blade at anyone.

There are people waiting for me.

Don't keep pushing down the wrong path…

No matter how far the destination, you will get there one day, as long as you keep moving forward.

I'm happy to bring news of victory, but I would rather avoid conflict like this.

The goods are still here. Let's hope those who ran away will learn and repent.

Let's rest and regroup. We can take back what we lost later.

It's good to have a place to rest.

Huh?

Careful, I just got back and I'm covered in dust…

Arknights.

Happy holidays, Doctor. I would love to invite you to villages of my homeland, if there's a chance... We open up the granaries at the end of the year, and celebrate it with spirits that we brewed in the autumn... Scenes like that are rare these days.

Letter for you, Doctor.

People who live in the distant corners of the land are often forgotten, but what Rhodes Island is doing has helped many of them. I want to thank you for that, Dr. {@nickname}.