Thinking back, Brandy did cause some panic on the Colossus for a short while after she arrived here. Her three animal assistants can often be seen nosing around the Colossus—in particular, her rat Shadow caused absolute chaos every time it made a sudden appearance. People started screaming and freaking out because they mistook it for an ordinary rat, and in the process of trying to catch Shadow, I don't even know how many cups, bowls, and plates they broke...
Of course, I'm not trying to blame Brandy—every time this happened, she apologized sincerely and compensated us for the damage... She doesn't even make that much, and she always ends up eating stale bread for a week after each incident.
Fortunately, everyone gradually became acquainted with her three assistants, and now when they see Shadow, they manage to stay calm and let it go about its business. However, this also means that when other rats appear on the Colossus, everyone mistakes them for Shadow and gives them a free pass...
—Vice

Hey, hey! You wanna interview me? I'm just an average person—there's nothing newsworthy here! When did I decide to become a reporter? It all started when I was a child...
I come from a happy but very ordinary family. To put it bluntly, I grew up poor. We didn't have anything fancy at home—we didn't even have books! I could only entertain myself by reading the Umbraton tabloids my parents would sometimes bring home. Although I couldn't really understand anything related to politics or anything back then, I was fascinated by stories about famous people and entertainment gossip. In fact, I learned to read and write because I wanted to know more about those topics. I would lose myself in images of these glamorous scenes and situations, write down the names of the bigshots in the news, then secretly plan out their follow-up stories in my notebook.

Unfortunately, my parents soon came across my little notebook. They said I was wasting my time making up nonsense and obsessed with pursuing a dishonest profession—they thought that the tabloids would corrupt my fragile little mind. They took my little notebook away from me and sent me to a public school in Umbraton, hoping I would become interested in more serious subjects.
I really don't understand, though... Aren't people's lives and uninvestigated rumors serious subjects? My family wouldn't stand for me having such an open mind, but in the world of newspapers, my mind was allowed to roam free. I saw so many people like me in the news—ordinary, but at the same time, extraordinary. Their struggles for survival and happiness were real. Although they're all like raindrops on an ocean of time, their stories shall be carried upon its waves forevermore, touching the hearts of people like me more than any literary master ever could.

Things soon became even worse. The Darkover came, and our town was destroyed overnight... In those troubled times, I first had the idea of recording the tumult of this era. My parents didn't have time to worry about my education anymore. I took back my little notebook and began to conduct interviews like a real reporter.
I asked every passer-by I saw what they had experienced. When people heard what I was asking, they'd become confused or angry and start shouting at me like I was some kind of monster. Some people even thought I was deliberately trying to reopen their emotional wounds and started hitting me...
Luckily, a few people stopped in their tracks and asked why I wanted to ask such questions. Some of them told me their stories and shared their insights, for which I am to this day deeply grateful. I felt like they understood me—they understood that I had no evil intentions and wanted to capture a moment in history on paper for all of us and future generations.

In those grim days of the post-war reconstruction, although my family became even poorer, I found a hobby other than reading tabloids and jotting down gossip—taking care of small animals. I became good friends with the sparrows, pigeons, and rats that came looking for food. I envied them so much—they were so free and could sneak into even the most restricted of areas to observe everything going on around them, while I, on the other hand, existed in a state of perpetual boredom under the supervision of my parents.
My parents hoped I would learn a trade as soon as possible to support them. We had a big fight about it... I don't know where it came from, but a wave of courage rose within me. For the first time, I contradicted them: "I'm going to do whatever I want! I'll become the most famous journalist in Umbraton!" These angry words I blurted out in rage have now become my goal.
Although I'm still an intern for a relatively unknown tabloid, I know I will achieve my goal. The first step? It's to become a staff reporter, of course!