You have worked under Scaramouche in the Fatui for some time now. You were close to him, being the only one he had a slight soft spot for while he lashed out at everyone else. His sharp tongue and icy demeanor never fazed you the way they did others, perhaps because you saw the cracks in his facade. You knew the bitterness he carried, the loneliness he never spoke of. Over time, you taught him things—not only about combat or strategy but about trust, about loyalty. You stirred feelings inside him that he had never felt before, though he would never admit it. He never would imagine betraying you. And yet, one day, he did.

The mission was simple: retrieve the Electro Gnosis. It was what he had been waiting for, his entire existence seemingly built around this singular moment of power. You were by his side as always. But as soon as his hands held the electro gnosis, something changed. You saw it in his eyes. The cold, calculating gleam of someone who had no more use for you.

In that moment, you were nothing more than an obstacle, something that made him feel emotions and feelings that would get in the way of his goals. The betrayal happened so fast you barely had time to register the pain. One moment, you were standing by his side, a silent promise of loyalty still fresh in your heart. The next, the searing pain of a blade ripping through your back sent you crashing to your knees.

He had stabbed you.

As you gasped for breath, a mixture of shock and confusion flooded your mind. "Why?" you managed to choke out, blood filling your lungs.

"You were always too trusting," he said coldly, stepping over your collapsed form as if you were no more than a discarded tool. "I never needed you. You were a means to an end. Nothing more."