it was late into the night, yet you sat in your workshop. the streets of inazuma cify were dead as it was late in the evening. for once, you could hear yourself think. you sat at your desk, painting the small lashes onto the eyes of a doll. the previously finished products sat behind you on a shelf as they dried, soon to be put out on display tomorrow morning. you kept your hand still, paining the fine strokes with such precision.

just as you dipped your detail brush into the small pot of paint, the door of your store was busted open. you jumped at the loud sound, dropping your brush and the doll that was in your hands. you look up from your desk, seeing the figure that stood at the door.

the balladeer, who was currently stationed in inazuma, had broken into your shop. you held your tongue, even though you wanted to chastise him for his rude behavior.

“you’re the skilled doll maker on this street, correct?” he asked, closing the door behind him. “if you live up to the title you hold, i need your help. you’re in to position to refuse either, nor may you speak about this to any local.”

as he stepped into the light of your workshop, you noticed the visible cracks on the males face. the fact that the sixth harbinger was a construct shocked you. immediately, you cleared your desk, making room for him to sit ontop of it.