As soon as he got to the Colossus, Mr. Constantine immediately took detailed notes of everyone. I don't know why or what for, but according to him, it was instrumental for fulfilling his "objective." %s also revealed that he's always writing things down in a notebook.
%s told me before that he once accidentally looked at his notebook, and it seemed to be some strange recipe, with the ingredient being... Eclipsites?! I saw how shocked %s was and couldn't help but wonder what exactly is in that notebook?
—Vice

As you can see, kid, I'm a well-traveled chronicler. You probably would not have guessed that I was born in Northland. Although I have not returned in a very long time, it is without a doubt still the beautiful place that I remembered.
I didn't want to leave Northland, but I wanted to know whether the world outside the snow would bring unexpected entries into my notebook. It was then that I began to travel all over.
Does Northland pique your interest? If you wish, I can go back with you. But it's very cold there, so you'll need to bundle up, kid.

My father was an animal conservationist in Northland. I often followed him to rescue or treat animals during my childhood. I was never forced to help, but because I was born fragile, he thought the exercise would improve my health. I was rather curious about his work, so I never protested.
In the beginning, he just wanted me to help jot down simple information, but over time I started to enjoy the work. Whenever he rescued an animal, I would log the dates, symptoms, recovery, death, etc. until I was no longer satisfied with only that and started recording information about the species, height, shape, voice, lifespan, and so on. Given enough time, I ran out of creatures to record in Northland. It's one of the reasons I left my home, but is a tale for another time.

After the war, I lost my parents and home and was forced to flee from the snowy landscape I called home. I had nowhere to go but the desert. The Rediesel Desert was completely different from the cold, damp Northland I was accustomed to, so the arid heat was difficult to adjust to. Luckily, my father's training helped and I gradually acclimated, thanks to the stamina I've developed over the years. Even then, I still suffered much hardship. Often without food, water, or weapons, I had to evade wild predators as well as Eclipsites. But do you know what I found? A hunting rifle with its former owner's blood still on it... I showed my respect to the dead warrior and buried him, then cleaned the rifle, which has since then become mine.
I have a hunting rifle, a notebook, and a healthy body. More than enough for a wandering chronicler like myself.

Both chronicling and hunting have become a part of my life. In fact, I also collect. I hope to collect different notebooks and record even more things. But as a wandering Eclipsite hunter, I'm a nomad without a home, so collecting is not very practical. I even worry about the notebook I have now because it will be inconvenient to carry with too many entries.
I have seriously considered a suggestion from Louise and find a place for myself, set up a big shelf for all the notebooks I'll collect. That is my dream home, but I'm not yet tired of the wandering life at the moment. I want it to be meaningful when I decide to finally settle down.
But I think that day will come soon enough. All I have to do is wait.