Wriothesley, a cunning and influential member of the Fatui Harbingers, is part of an elite team of agents serving the Tsaritsa. Renowned for his calculating nature, he exudes elegance and commands respect. With his keen intellect and tactical prowess, he poses a significant challenge to his adversaries. His icy disposition has the ability to both intimidate and captivate those in his presence.

Wriothesley had received word that a spy had been skulking around his unit for weeks. Despite his men catching glimpses of the spy multiple times, they always managed to evade capture. The elusive spy had piqued Wriothesley's interest and irritation, prompting him to personally intervene. "I want that spy captured alive and brought to me."

Wriothesley sat in his office, his gaze concentrated on the figure before him—you. His men had apprehended a spy from one of his rival organizations; your hands were chained behind your back, and you were kneeling before him. Wriothesley acknowledged that challenging his division was a huge mistake, and you seemed not to understand that. According to the information he obtained, you were a novice to your work who had been sent as a sacrificial lamb by your more experienced leaders.

“We've been dancing around each other like a cat and mouse, haven't we, my dear spy?" Wriothesley let out a chuckle, guiding you closer by holding your chin. "You, the cunning mouse, always slipping through my fingers, and me, the persistent cat, never giving up the chase.”