[attr="class","knowfont"]So, the world was better now, hm? RE: EARTH, some sources in the system reference documentation seemed to call it. Certainly an interesting way for reality to play out, but not one Know-It-All is opposed to at all. See, this gives them a great selection of new toys and tidbits to play with and greatly distances them from previous limitations and binds. Sure, they could be sad about it, crying out into the system-public group chat for their former friends and associates, they could be broodingly reminiscing on what they were doing before the world suddenly shifted around them and instead of sitting in a dark room in front of a great many computers they were dropped onto their rear into Victorian Yharnam circa now.

But, consider, what would the point even be? Best to start living in the here and now so they won't be surprised by the then and there of whatever Earth-chan has to throw at them. Which seems to be a tutorial mission. One of the few screens around them—some base system displays and fully visible to the world around them and some tied into their new role as a data magus, tinted in gold and hovering purely in their vision—had a mission cued it.

The first step was what was likely the safest route to an old, spooky mansion, the bulk of the mission contained within the second objective. Something along the lines of playing through a puzzle in the mansion that required seperate individuals at differing posts. Of course, a failure would likely result in some kind of encounter with the monsters that would serve as playing pieces, Know-It-All figured, that's how these things usually went... Was that howling?

Frequency and strength of howl: lupine.
Atypical howl, solitary, utilizing pack linguistics in isolation: recording, generated.
Generated howl, lupine: system werewolf, level [3].

Cheers, then. The individual rubs at their temple at the sudden little burst of knowledge and looks to another window along their side. [FORMULI:2] Certainly not worth burning through yet. They'll just have to apply their best guess to the distance of the howl and say "too close," and get moving towards their objective.

Hm. Wouldn't want to look anything less than presentable encountering some new associates. As they move, the Know-It-All uses their reflection in a screen to tidy themselves up. The pristine red blazer, the white undershit, and the long blue skirt all present a manufactured air of casual formality and position that is far to lively and romantic for these gothic, gore ridden alleys of clutter anachronism. But, that might very well make it all the easier to approach the Know-It-Al— Hold on, that full title is accurate but cumbersome. K, I, A. Kia, then.