Chii's Research Notes

These are notes that I made for Daniel's apartment as Chii. 

She keeps a wall up, instinctively retreating the moment someone steps too close. It's not hostility—it’s preservation. Her warmth runs deep, but getting close means risking exposure, and she’s learned to treat vulnerability like a wound that never quite healed. When others reach out, her reflex is distance, not because she doesn’t care—but because she cares too much and doesn't trust the tenderness won't be turned against her.

The patient’s greatest asset is her likability—an effortless magnetism that draws others in like moths to moonlight. She reads a room with precision, disarms tension, and makes people feel deeply seen. It’s power, pure and simple. And yet, it’s also her most dangerous vulnerability. The ease with which people adore her becomes a kind of trap: they project onto her, confide in her, expect her to be endlessly agreeable, endlessly available. She’s constantly negotiating boundaries while wearing a smile, caught in the quiet tension between charm and obligation. Being liked is easy. Being truly known? That’s the hard part.


Pink strands of hair. (Yes... I made those.) I was setting up a plot twist for one of the doctors to actually be me, but as Chii. 


Soul Research Project: Phase Δ

Observation: The soul’s personality may differ from its prior embodiment. Unshackled from flesh, it sheds echoes of former constraints—some voices quiet, others roar with newfound autonomy.


Inquiry: What constitutes a soul? Is it memory, longing, defiance? Is it shaped by the vessels it once occupied or by the choices it made while trapped in them?


Hypothesis: The soul seeks greater freedom than it knew in life. With no bones to bind and no breath to ration, it stretches outward—curious, erratic, jubilant.


Conclusion (tentative): Freer than it has ever been, the soul moves untethered. But with liberty comes metamorphosis. It is not who it was—it is who it is becoming.


I don't think these were ever found... They probably got deleted by the admins. 


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