This is a little extra, as an epilogue to the previous chapters.

Operator File: Carrion

Oh! I'm so happy! I'm so so happy! I passed the test! I did it! I did it! Haha! And it only took me three tries! How's that for a loser, huh? Yeah, I'm the best! Go, me! Go, me!

Finally! At long last! It's time to make some people MISERABLE, muaaaaahahahahaha!

The grumpy lady that had mixed feelings about my success still held the papers on her gloved hand.

"Take these. You have to fill them up for your registration as an operator. And… this."

My pretty blue eyes -according to anonymous sources- shone the moment they found the identification card that certified me as a real operator.

"If I get word that you don't fix that horrible handwriting of yours when you hand the files in…" Dobermann snapped the whip in her hands. "Congratulations, Mikhail. You can go now."

"Who's that?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't know anyone who goes by that name around here, ma'am~. Who are you talking to?"

I was desperate. I wanted to hear it! Say it!

"Don't test my patience, operator Carrion. You're the greenest among all the reserves. Don't expect me to go easy on you."

Chirping a stuttering apology, I tried appeasing my soon-to-be instructor. Ah! How the tables have turned! The bully bullied! No matter! This is just one of the many first steps I must take in order to accomplish my goal! Being the true monster I have always been!

I placed the documents over the desk in my quarters and all energy and enthusiasm abandoned me in a matter of seconds. It was not long after I resumed my studies that I remember why I hated it so much. Writing is the worst. People use keyboards nowadays anyway. Why did I have to pick a pencil and waste it by writing something that I could perfectly type in thirty minutes? Uuuugh! Fuck me! When do I get to do the bullying?! I want to be a jerk! I want to mess with someone!

My forehead was pressed against the cold table and my hand toyed with the pencil, unwilling to pick the damned thing up.

"Zima is probably not going to let me."

She won't be able to stop it… if you gain the right to be an instructor.

"Gods! I'm such a genius!"

Just imagine her tormented face when she gets scolded for obstructing your job…

"Aaah! I can't wait rubbing my operator badge all over her face! Aaahahahahahaah!"

Maybe not. If I do that, she's going to murder you for real this time.

"Whatever! Everyone has to die from something, no? Let's get started already…"

[Code Name] Carrion

I briefly considered putting in some jokes, but Dobermann had me on her sights. Boo!

[Gender] Male

[Combat Experience] None

I doubt bullying others for a few years counts.

[Place of Birth] Ursus

[Date of Birth] October 21

[Race] Ursus

[Height] 170 cm

[Infected Status]

Ah, that part is not mine to fill. I'll just give it to Hibiscus later. What else is there? Physical exam? As in, the tests' results?

[Physical Strength] Excellent

[Mobility] Standard

[Physical Resilience] Excellent

[Tactical Acumen] Excellent - I'm particularly proud of this one!

[Combat Skill] Normal

[Originium Arts Assimilation] Normal

Next bit! Ah, this is where I write my entire life! Hmm… I don't know. I'm not sure if five chapters will be enough. Hold on, what is this? I can only use five lines?! Are you kidding me?!

Ugh… Fiiiiiine…

[Profile]

Before the Chernobog incident, Carrion was a middle school student. In school, he displayed an incorrigible interest in bullying weaker kids. Although he's a member of the sturdy ursus race, this operator only performs well against enemies that are scared of him. Currently assigned to Dobermann's team, Carrion hopes to eventually become an official member of the instruction staff.

[Clinical Analysis]

I'll just leave this empty again. It's not my duty to fill this out, but… I saw abnormal shadows in my shoulder back when imaging tests were done on me. It was a scary sight. Ah, this part is probably exclusive for oripathy stuff, but I'm missing the pinky and annular fingers of my left hand. Thanks, Zima. Next time you try killing one of my friends, it will be YOUR fingers that are sent flying. Though… now that we actually have some friends in common… whatever. Forget it.

Now! For the most interesting stuff! The archive files! The lore! I… um… should choose carefully the things I put in there. If I go find an empty copy of these documents because I regretted what I wrote, Dobermann won't let me hear the end of it. The Doctor congratulated me for becoming an operator, but Amiya still felt upset that she had given permission to yet another ursus student to join the front lines. Not that she looked much older than me… or that she looked older than me at all.

Anyway! The Doctor gave me a brief explanation about the things I should put in the archive files. I'm going to write four documents. The first one shall be revealed from the start. The second, when my trust in them increases. The third, when I am comfortable enough to talk about delicate topics. The last, when I completely trust the Doctor. However, those were simply some guidelines I could follow. I didn't really need to give it that much thought. I could write whatever I felt comfortable sharing. Alternatively, I could leave some of them empty and some other operators will fill them up eventually for me. I loved that idea!

[Archive File 1]

This file must be filled by the first person I bull- I mean, the first person I train into a full-fledged operator. I'll be apologizing in advance, hehehehe…

[Archive File 2]

This one should be filled by one of my friends: operator Absinthe, operator Gummy, operator Rosa or operator Click. Also, I need to remember to process her latest videos to keep up with her upload schedule. …honestly, I shouldn't allow her to boss me around so much, but Click is fun and her videos are really good… though we are usually put under strict surveillance when we're paired together in the workshop, haha.

[Archive File 3]

This one… I'll entrust it to my psychologist, Honeyberry. I… probably don't give her as much credit as she deserves. I was not an easy kid to work with, but she… she didn't give up. I… I'm having mixed feelings about this. I want to become a bu- I mean, an instructor. I'm going to make a lot of people miserable… which will only give her more work to do… I… I guess I'll be careful. I'm not like before. I didn't use to care how far I had to press someone… but I can't do that anymore. There must be limits. Hmm… how about this? For every tear I make them shed, I'll put a smile on their face? I like the sound of that! I hope I can get to that point…

[Archive File 4]

I don't care if this one never gets written or not. Nobody -and I mean NOBODY- but operator Zima is allowed to fill this one. Sonya is the person who knows me the best. Heck, even if I'm wrong about that and she takes advantage of this opportunity to tarnish my profile, let her! She used to be a girl who did exactly what her father expected from her, even if she wasn't good at it… and I forcefully changed her destiny. I have no regrets. She was my first victim, so you could say she's also the one who made me step into this dark path. No. Sonya never wanted me to do those things… but I couldn't just ignore a girl with so much potential wasting away.

Make no mistake. I'm mad at Zima because she always gets in my way when I bully others. She's strong, so she can do whatever she wants, but she tends to forget that I'm doing my victims a favor by pushing their buttons. I mean, I pushed hers and look how she turned out, thought that's all I did. Press a button. The rest is all Sonya's own merit… Am I psychopath for thinking like that? Or just a practical jerk? By protecting others, Sonya will eventually reach a limit to the people she can shield. By teaching them how to protect themselves, I won't have to even bother! But then… if someone with as much ambition as Sonya decides to do the unreasonable with such a commanding leadership… even a monster like me will feel compelled to give her his support.

I dropped the pen, satisfied with a job well done. My hand hurt. So did my shoulder. I laid down on my bed and thought of the future… and of the recent past.

…after my fight with Zima, things were… tense… Gummy refused to talk to me for a few weeks… That was quite hard on me… I really liked the time I spent with her at the kitchen or outside of it… and my disorder completely relied on her to heal. Since she had every right to be mad at me, I despaired in solitude… but a little cub left a bag of fresh sweets next to my door every other night. Istina kept her distance since the accident, which was understandable. Rosa acted like a neutral bystander in our conflict, serving as a bridge between Zima and me whenever cooperation became inevitable. Whoever suggested the teacher to give us a group assignment had an evil heart.

I expected Absinthe to be intimidated by the rumors that followed… but she gave me the chance to tell her the story myself. She listened in silence until the end, without interrupting me or making any questions. After I was done, the ursus left. That day, I made my mind up to accept whatever outcome came to be. Nobody liked bullies, did they?

A hand was offered to me the next day. Its owner had tired red eyes and messy gray hair, a faint blush taking over her pale cheeks. "I'm Zoya, though you already know that. Would you like to be friends with me, operator Carrion?"

Maaan! Hold still, my beating heart! Do not forget, Mikhail, that yours doesn't belong only to you. You consumed your friends' bodies, gained their strength and lived on. Whatever you do from this point forward… make them proud! Make them proud, Operator Carrion!