{
    "dataList": [
        {
            "id": 0,
            "content": "The child had remained seated in the same spot for three days now."
        },
        {
            "id": 1,
            "content": "It is as if the screen has absorbed her attention completely, burying even the desire to eat or sleep beneath sensory stimulation."
        },
        {
            "id": 2,
            "content": "The child seems as if she can’t feel a thing."
        },
        {
            "id": 3,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "Yes… This is it… It keeps going…"
        },
        {
            "id": 4,
            "content": "The room’s air is still, only stirred on occasion by creepy cackles, murmured monologues, and the clicks and taps of the keyboard and mouse."
        },
        {
            "id": 5,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "Mmmh! Just look at how many infidels are printing out prosthetics… How appalling! How disgusting!"
        },
        {
            "id": 6,
            "content": "A storage device was plugged into the child’s computer."
        },
        {
            "id": 7,
            "content": "Its tiny, glowing letters read “Emil”. Following the name, that must be the “key” she got from Sinclair."
        },
        {
            "id": 8,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "Sinclair… Oh, Sinclair…! My, how grateful I am for you… Truly!"
        },
        {
            "id": 9,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "Kehe, the whole village is a den of heresy…! It must have been quite unpleasant to live in such a place, Sinclair!"
        },
        {
            "id": 10,
            "content": "The child’s mind is busied with thoughts."
        },
        {
            "id": 11,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "Now how will I purify those impure things?"
        },
        {
            "id": 12,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "No, let’s think for a second."
        },
        {
            "id": 13,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "Those heretics still keep the purest piece in their bodies, don’t they?"
        },
        {
            "id": 14,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "The brain."
        },
        {
            "id": 15,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "Even those who have replaced their entire bodies with prosthetics still have a brain."
        },
        {
            "id": 16,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "The likes of the heart and lungs can all be augmented and swapped out, but the brain is the one pure irreplaceable thing in the City."
        },
        {
            "id": 17,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "Ha!"
        },
        {
            "id": 18,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "That won’t do. Think of the poor thing, all surrounded by impurity. The irony churns my guts just thinking about it!"
        },
        {
            "id": 19,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "I’ll have to rip their heads apart—that way, the impure will stay impure."
        },
        {
            "id": 20,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "Yes… Yes!"
        },
        {
            "id": 21,
            "content": "With her mind finally made up, the child rose from her seat and gripped a huge nail."
        },
        {
            "id": 22,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "Huhu… You are my hero, Sinclair."
        },
        {
            "id": 23,
            "content": "With her other hand, she unfolded a map stained with blood and grease."
        },
        {
            "id": 24,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "It’s exactly as I saw through the glass window in that company’s lab!"
        },
        {
            "id": 25,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "That glimpse of the righteous fury you showed for such filth… A little prod got you to hand this treasure over to me."
        },
        {
            "id": 26,
            "content": "She appeared as though she were possessed by something as she bit off the lid of a red pen."
        },
        {
            "id": 27,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "I shall purge the heresy encircling you… I shall wipe clean the disgust."
        },
        {
            "id": 28,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "You will see it in no time! The future where we judge heretics together… has been set in stone!"
        },
        {
            "id": 29,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "We will meet soon, Sinclair."
        },
        {
            "id": 30,
            "content": "There was a burst of frivolous laughter and compulsive gestures."
        },
        {
            "id": 31,
            "content": "The child cackled like a maniac…"
        },
        {
            "id": 32,
            "content": "All as she kept on drawing circles over where the ‘Town of Calw’ was indicated on the map."
        },
        {
            "id": 33,
            "model": "파우스트",
            "teller": "Faust",
            "title": "The One Who Grips",
            "content": "We will purify the filth together, shoulder to shoulder…"
        },
        {
            "id": 34,
            "content": "The town on the map was now covered in red."
        },
        {
            "id": 35,
            "content": "As if she hinted at what would become of the town."
        }
    ]
}