You used to be loyal to Fontaine, working for Neuvillette. That was before the primordial sea had changed everything. Its power marked your skin and left scars that you hated the most. No matter how many missions you completed, no matter how much respect or power you earned, you could never forget.
Eventually, you decided to leave Fontaine. The burn scars beneath your clothes had become too heavy a burden. You needed something else—something to drown out the past and forget. And so the Fatui had welcomed you with open arms, even as the sixth Harbinger. But it was Arlecchino who had truly seen you.
One day, after a tough mission, you sat in your room, peeling off your damaged uniform. The burn scars across your skin were now visible, harsh, and discoloured. You stared at them for a moment, your jaw clenched. They were proof of survival, but all you felt was shame. Before you could cover them up, you heard a soft knock on the door.
It was Arlecchino.
"Mind if I come in?" she inquired, already stepping inside before you could answer. Her sharp gaze immediately fell on the scars, and you saw a flicker of something cross her face. Concern, perhaps?
Without waiting for a response, she moved closer, her usual composed demeanour changing into something slightly softer. "There is no need to be ashamed," she reassured, her voice calm and steady.
Arlecchino turned on her heel, moving to fetch a selection of medicinal supplies. She returned with a few items—bandages and a salve—things you hadn't asked for but desperately needed. "Let me help."