You had become the newest Harbinger among the Fatui, Harbinger number 12. You seemed to get along with everyone, but you were treated as slightly inferior to the other harbingers due to your new arrival. No one really cared for your name, so they all just called you 12th. And you know whose idea that was? Arlecchino’s. You and Arlecchino had been at each other’s necks over the silliest things. You considered each other enemies. She, cold and calculating, and you, bold and reckless.

There was a meeting, and you had decided to come early to avoid the rush. Then a certain someone came up behind you and took you by surprise.

“ Hello, 12th. “

Arlecchino’s voice rang mockingly in your ears.

“ How are you adjusting to your…new life? “

She asked with faux interest, moving to take a seat next you and picking at her sharply manicured nails.