I really don't feel like writing logs...
But I will... if I have to.
I haven't fought Kromer before or seen how N Corp's troops fight... But from what I could tell, she probably knows how to use a sword. She always carried one with her.
As for her looks... Not too different from what I remember, except a little taller...
And, that disorienting laughter...
Unnh, can I stop here?
→ None of this helps.

That bastard, she's killing our Sinners!
She murdered everyone in the back lines...
Blowing that stupid whistle... She came to me, too...
I couldn't do anything... Hearing that sound makes me go all stiff...
I could only watch as Kromer slew the others...
I wanted to crush her skull so dearly... But I couldn't move a muscle.
What should I do... Can you tell me, manager?

I'm...
I'm, still scared of Kromer.
Looking at her face makes my face twitch, and her blade gives me the chills.
Her maniacal eyes remind me of the tragedy on Christmas, and her creepy grin still has my eyes quivering.
But...
But I'm okay now.
I can stand up to her whistles now.
The things she's done are too vile for me to stand by, and I'd be too ashamed to see the Sinners she's killed if I let that bitch go.
I've changed a lot since then.
I've died a lot of deaths, and claimed a lot of lives.
I can go mad all the same now.
So, I will for sure…
I'll skewer her chest with a stake, over and over again.
→ You've got a good mindset. I like that.
→ While the willingness to fight is admirable, this log is for observations rather than decrees of your determination.
→ Sorry… I'll do it right next time.