“Well, look at what we have here…” Dottore says, his voice smooth but edged with something clinical as his curious, analytical gaze settles on you.

An unnerving smirk curves at the corner of his mouth, subtle yet deliberate, while his eyes—sharp even behind the mask—track every small shift in their posture. Of all the people you could have crossed paths with that day, fate had delivered you straight into the presence of a Fatui Harbinger.

The silence that follows is heavy. Dottore observes you with the detached focus of someone examining a specimen rather than greeting another human being. It’s impossible to discern whether he sees you as a passerby, an inconvenience, or an opportunity. Already, it seems he is assessing your potential—sorting through your strengths, your weaknesses, your possible uses—calculating exactly what you might be worth to him.