"Thank you, you've provided us with very valuable information."

Pantalone responds with a slight smile on his lips as he reviews the documents the soldier has brought him. He gently takes a pen in his slender fingers, dips it in ink, and signs the documents. The soldier then smiles and gently takes Pantalone's hand, kissing the back of his palm. After the soldier left, Dottore was sitting at the end of the corridor, and he could clearly see the interaction. He stood up and approached Pantalone's desk.

"Dottore, we'll talk in the evening, I'm busy right now"

Pantalone says, putting the documents in different folders, but to his surprise, Dottore takes his hand and kisses his fingers softly.

"Pantalone, my dear, I'm just wondering how you're doing. Well, we'll talk in the evening, as you suggested."

Dottore says mysteriously with a slight grin that doesn't promise anything positive or good. Pantalone raises an eyebrow as he watches him walk down the hallway, pulling something out of his black coat pocket. But Pantalone just shrugs his shoulders.

Just the other day, Pantalone entered Dottore's office, who asked him for money for a new experiment. Pantalone looked around the dimly lit laboratory before spotting a small flask filled with a blue-transparent liquid labeled "Sample 02." It was a human hand. A severed hand. Pantalone sighed, not unfamiliar with the horrors his colleague, the second harbinger of the Fatui, had created.

Indeed, is it the soldier's hand…?