파우스트

["Driven by an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, she performed a forbidden ritual of immortality and has lived for centuries in the form of a young girl. A scholar who has read every book and mastered all known wisdom, she now finds the world unbearably dull, with nothing left to learn and nothing new to discover. And so, she wanders, in search of one final mystery—a truth that might still satisfy her boundless mind.\n\n\"All theories fade to grey—only the tree of life remains evergreen.\"","She carries with her a peculiar doll named Krul—a demon in disguise, who feeds on the souls of mortals. Especially fond of devouring the souls of scholars, it forged a pact with Faust, granting her eternal life. The moment she concludes that there is no knowledge left in the world worth learning, Krul will open its maw and consume her soul. In a strange twist of fate, it also serves as her guardian, dispatching all who dare approach before claiming its prize.","For centuries, her only companion has been Krul—a demonic puppet whose voice no one else can hear. Though she possesses near-limitless knowledge, she's never experienced the real world or human society, and still carries the innocence of a girl in her teens. Especially when it comes to basic life skills or hands-on tasks, she considers them beneath her notice—resulting in a level of helplessness that borders on absurd. Day to day, she relies entirely on Krul to take care of her.","Perhaps it was Krul's indulgence that led to her spoiled and willful personality. She looks down on the \"fools\" she meets on the road, and her arrogance has caused more than a few incidents. Krul, ever weary, tries to rein her in—but like a child in rebellion, she pushes back harder. In her eyes, the world exists to serve her. \n\n\"Hmph... I wouldn't say it's satisfying, but at least it's mildly amusing.\"","During her travels, she witnessed countless human dramas unfold while uncovering the world's deepest secrets. Yet her hunger for more remained endless. Krul waited patiently for her prey to ripen, knowing full well she would never find true satisfaction... \n\n\"When I reach the summit, only then will I whisper... 'Time, stand still, for you are beautiful.'\""]