"Ah, I've been searching for someone about that too," he chuckled, tapping his temple with a wry grin. "But it seems like memory and sanity-related magics aren't exactly in vogue. I get it, though; it's... quite dark."
"Like this?" Hyphen then replied as he presented the snow white back of his wrists, criss-crossed with a tree of the blue of his veins. "What's this for?" he wondered.
"Ah, you mean like malevolent spirits peddling contracts and such?" he asked, referring to what she mentioned about saying 'yes'. "I actually used to be a summoner in my old world - if it even exists. I'm well-versed in those game mechanics - played my fair share, I must admit. I think that some of them aren't all that bad you know. Have you met Asterisk? She might fit your description of those mischievous gods, spirits, but she's not half bad."
He proceeded to place his fingers in his mouth and executed a sharp whistle. "Asterisk, dear, come here."
Emerging from behind a corner, a petite automaton girl made of platinum steel dressed in frilly Gothic attire timidly peeked out before darting back.
"It's okay, dear. Come meet Elise," he encouraged, prompting the robot-like figure to nod in agreement. With the soft whirring of gears, she hesitantly approached the nun.
"She's not able to speak yet; the bond between her soul and machinery isn't quite... complete. But you'd be intrigued to know that this little one was once a Stellar Summon - ah, I dunno if those are a thing in this 'verse." he divulged, his tone sincere. "She's just confined within this mechanical shell that I crafted for her. Her choice, mind you. Go on, Asterisk, say hello."
The child-like automaton waved in a somewhat bashful manner before promptly retreating behind Hyphen, clutching onto his slacks with both tiny hands.