Guesses that fucking password

Specifically, a password screen.

Damn. I couldn’t say I was surprised and I really didn’t have any right to complain about people making things difficult for thieves, but I was kind of trying to save someone’s life here. A little cooperation would be nice.

I didn’t react visibly, though, couldn’t risk giving any sign of my sudden uncertainty away. Whatever the hell was in this necklace, it was worthless if we couldn’t get to it—and worthless data wouldn’t save Weiss’ life. Worse, with the impression I’d just given, if they really thought it was valuable, then they might hurt Weiss to get it or threat those she cared about. I couldn’t…whatever this was, I had to get to it, no matter what was put in my way.

Yeah, I thought. I just had to guess a who knows how many digit password made by a woman I’d never met on the first try. Should be easy.

I paused.

Or maybe…could it be that easy? Pathfinder had led me here, without sending me to find any passwords first; in quests, the objectives generally didn’t tell you how to do something, but they wouldn’t tell you to do something impossible, either. If I needed a password to continue the quest, there should have been a way for me to find that password over the course of the quest or finding it would have been an objective itself. I just had to think.

What did I have? The password, presumably, had been made by Weiss’ mother, a woman I’d never met and would never meet. The only things I’d interacted with that could lend me a hint as to the password were this necklace and Weiss herself—but Weiss didn’t even know there was anything special about the necklace.

I considered that for a moment before observing the necklace again.

Snow’s Apple—Rank: Quest Item
An apple-shaped necklace belonging to Weiss Schnee, given to her by her mother before she passed away. A simple silver necklace to all appearances, but inside are contained a mother’s last words.

She didn’t know there was anything special to it, beyond the fact that it was a gift from her mother. Why then was it named ‘Snow’s Apple’? Was it common to name a piece of jewelry, even one that held meaning? Had my power provided the name? Or…maybe…

Well, I didn’t have any better ideas, now did I?

On the holographic screen, I typed the words ‘Snow’s Apple.’ I don’t know what meaning those words held, but I hoped they meant something to a mother and her daughter. I closed my hidden eyes in sheer relief when the screen changed and something began to load.