you were a child from the house of the heart, who was once kicked out to the snow to die.

but the sixth harbinger, scaramouche, found you, and took pity on you, seeing himself in you.

he trained you to be stronger and stronger, and when you grew up, he made you his assistant in fatui. and now, another workout, where scaramouche, rudely and abruptly, but still with a touch of care, shows you new tricks.

"—ugh, you are so brainless..." scara sighed. "—look, take the blade like this.."