Har Gow

* Normal
* Ascended

Har Gow is a young woman that is more often seen than heard. It is unlikely for her to speak, especially if she does not consider you a dear and important person. She never goes outside unaccompanied, but can often be seen staring outside a window alone, as if longing to leave. Har Gow is very level-headed and will respond calmly to almost every situation.

## Skills

**Ocean's Cry (Normal)**

* Har Gow traps the enemy with the highest attack stat in a whirlpool vortex, inflicting 70% damage plus 150 extra damage, while also stunning the enemy for 3 seconds.

**Lovely Encasement (Energy skill)**

* Har Gow bundles the enemy team in a giant rice flour encasement, dealing 40% damage plus an additional 140 damage. Will also charm the enemies for 3 seconds.

**Decorated Imprisonment(Link skill)**

* (When paired with Wonton) Har Gow traps the enemy team in a giant rice flour encasement, dealing 50% damage plus an additional 140 damage. Will also charm all enemies for 4 seconds.

## Dialogue

### Partner/Link

Wonton

**Summon:** “......“

**Login:** "Welcome home, Master."

**Ice Arena:** ".....”

**Skills:** “The wait is over."

**Fatigue:** "I'm sorry, I can't go on any longer...”

**Recovering:** “...."

**Attack/Formation:** "Thank you for taking me with you.”

**Lost/Knockout:** “So this is the end...”

**In contact 1:** “Master, why is it that when you leave, I can't go with you...?”

**In contact 2:** “What do you do when you're away, Master?”

**In contact 3:** “I drew a picture of you Master. It's not very good,

but... I'd like you to have it.”

**Idle:** “Please don't leave me all alone..."

* Story 1
* Story 2
* Story 3
* Story 4
* Story 5

Har Gow was born surrounded by luxuries.
In a room intricately decorated with
tapestries and flowers, sitting upon a
bed soft as silk, she looked up to see
the one who had summoned her.

Her master attendant was a kindly old
man whose wife had passed away decades
ago. Having never fathered a child, he
was elated to see her, even though she
was not a boy. He began to say 'my daughter'
over and over again, choked up and emotional.
Har gow watched him, on the verge of tears
with happiness, silently and unmoving.

Her "father" began to tour her around his
mansion, stopping to let her explore
occasionally. The garden, she thought,
was incredibly beautiful, filled with vibrant
colors and only the most beautiful flowers.
There was a small fountain filled with koi,
which perhaps were a little overfed. It was
enchanting.

The tour must go on, though, and so she was
taken back inside. The last stop she was
shown was her room. It seemed there were
two neighboring bedrooms, one for a boy and
one for a girl. It must have been in case
he summoned a man instead.

Walking into her room, her father watched
as she gently examined the lovely flowers
in a vase next to her bed, looked out the
window, looked through the drawers, and softly
searched through the many fine dresses in
her closet. It was when she sat on her bed
that her father finally left her be.
She felt uneasy as she heard the door lock

behind him.

**[Story 2]**

Two years she spent in his care, never
setting foot outside her room. Her food was
brought to her by servants, her laundry
taken when they left. She had read all of her
books so many times that she had committed
them to memory.

Most of her free time was consumed by drawing.
She had dozens of pictures of the view outside
her window, a myriad of copies of the vase and
it's ever-changing roses, and many renditions
of every dress in her closet. Her entire room,
at any angle, was mapped out in her drawings.

Today she was staring out the window, listening
to the harsh pitter-patter of the rain pouring
down on the mansion. Closing her eyes, she began
to wonder yet again what the outside world was
like. She had never been, after all. Was it a
paradise, like the garden, or a harsh wild that
the mansion shielded her from? Perhaps somewhere
in between.

She picked up a pencil and began sketching out
some of her ideas. A world filled with flowers
and strange friendly creatures. A wasteland
filled with predators, too harsh to survive in.
A cluster of houses bustling with the energy
and ringing with the voices of humans. Though
she didn't know what it was like, she hoped
that perhaps she would be able to visit it someday.
She sighed as she set aside the drawings and

began to sketch the view outside her window.

**[Story 3]**
(tw: illness, death)

It was late evening and her father still
had not visited her. He was so diligent,
normally, about visiting her at least once
a day. She had become a little worried about
him.

Her door was locked, but as a food soul,
it was easy to break through. She vaguely
hoped she wouldn't be scolded for damaging
the door.

Even though she was still in the same house,
outside her small room seemed like an entirely
different world. It was surreal. Most of her
memories of the rest of the house had been
forgotten or muddled, almost like they were
only a dream.

She began to search through the house for her
father. Servants passing by gave her confused
looks, but never pressed questions onto her.
She finally found him in what must be his bedroom,
laying in his bed with ice on his head, feverish.
She walked up to the man and gently touched his arm.

"Wha? Who is it?" His voice sounded as though he was in pain.

"Har Gow, father."

"Why are you here? Are you an angel? Are you here for my soul?"

"No, father. Please don't force yourself to talk, it seems to be painful for you."

His breaths were wheezy. He didn't object.
For the next few days, she would help the servants
in caring for her father, sitting by his side
as his health continued to deteriorate. No one

was surprised when he passed away.

**[Story 4]**

With no one to work for, the servants set
off to find jobs elsewhere. They asked Har Gow
to go with them, but despite having no contract
anymore she refused to do so. She was scared
of the outside world. She was afraid that she
wouldn't be able to care for herself. And...
Part of her still felt as though she was not
allowed to leave.

She wasn't sure how long it had been since her
father passed away. She had lost count of how
many days had gone by. Perhaps it was a few
months, or as long as a few years... She had
no reference to go off of.

Diligently, she cleaned the mansion, tended
the garden, and fed the koi. With nothing else
fighting for her time, she was able to keep
the house just as it looked when it was inhabited.

Sometimes she caught herself staring out the
window, longing to leave, wishing she had left
with the servants when she could...

She couldn't do it alone.

**[Story 5]**

One day, a weary traveller knocked at the
door to the mansion. He seemed positively
exhausted, asking to stay the night. Knowing
it would be nice to have company in the house
again, she allowed him in. Despite her saying
nothing but a few words to him, he seemed very
comfortable about her and told her many things.
He talked about his adventures, his hometown,
his family...

The next morning, he seemed reluctant to leave.
He had been without a place to rest for several
months at this point, it seemed, and he was too
fatigued to carry on unless he absolutely had to.

For three days he stayed with her, always
talking to her about something or other. Slowly
she began to grow more comfortable with him,
and shared with him her story.

When he was well enough to depart, he stopped,
and asked her if she would go with him.

Uneasy as she was about the outside, she knew
that this could be her only chance to leave...
And, truthfully, she didn't want to say goodbye
to the man quite yet. As he led her out of the
mansion for the first time, she glanced back
at the place that had been her home since she
was first created...

She didn't notice the tears at first. It was
as if, suddenly, all of the emotions that had
evaded her notice had flooded back to her.
Resentment. Desperation. Regret. Loneliness.
Guilt. Grief. Terror. She couldn't control
herself as she fell to the ground and started
to sob, her new friend staying by her side for

as long as she needed to recover.