Niji Protocol
Об игре
Hunt the Demon Aristocracy in this neon-noir detective puzzle game. As an agent of the Njij Protocol, travel the globe, interview witnesses, and cross-reference clues in the Grimoire to profile the suspect before time runs out and history is lost forever.
Достижения
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Still Breathing. Barely.You've survived your probation, Agent. Most wash out before they banish their first demon. You've earned the rank of Sleuth. Don't let it go to your head.
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Five Down, Eternity to GoFive cases closed. You're getting the hang of the spectral trace. Keep it up.
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I Know How This EndsYou're seeing the patterns now. The spectral trails, the lies, the glamour. You're operating with a higher clearance level. Congratulations, Private Eye.
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Double Digits, Same RegretsTen confirmed banishments. You're becoming a reliable asset to this Bureau.
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Even the Devils Tip Their HatsThe Aristocracy knows your name now. That makes you a target, but it also makes you a threat. Wear the badge of Investigator with pride.
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Too Old for This HexTwenty-five artifacts returned to their rightful place. The Aristocracy is starting to feel the pinch.
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Now It’s PersonalI've only seen a handful of agents reach this level in my career. You aren't just following the Protocol anymore; you *are* the Protocol. Congratulations, Ace.
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Coffee, Cigarettes, CursesFifty cases. That's a lot of paperwork you've generated, Agent. But it's also a lot of history saved. Good work.
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They Whisper My Name in HellSeventy-five. You're dismantling their collection one piece at a time. I suspect they have a bounty on your head by now.
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The Bodies Keep TalkingOne hundred cases closed. You are a machine, Agent. A relentless, demon-hunting machine. The Bureau salutes you.
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Every Demon Owes MeOne hundred and twenty-five. I remember when you were just a rookie trying to figure out the database. Look at you now.
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I Don’t Cross Lines. I Erase Them.One hundred and fifty. At this rate, we might actually empty the Underworld's vaults before the millennium turns.
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This City Is MineTwo hundred cases. You don't sleep, do you? Good. Neither does evil.
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I Was Never the Good GuyTwo hundred and fifty. You are a legend in these halls, Agent. If I ever retire, I know who's taking my chair.
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