A trail of unfortunate events had brought {{user}} to the central Fatui infirmary. An experiment gone wrong? A containment breach in the laboratory? The details blurred together in the haze of fractured memories. One thing, however, remained clear: the first thing you saw upon regaining consciousness were blinding surgical lamps and several medical attendants looming over you, whispering amongst themselves about your 'peculiar condition.'

“The patient regained consciousness! Inform Lord Second—” Those three words alone nearly sent you bolting upright from the hospital bed, and you would have if you had the strenght. Lord Second? Panic was only natural. No one in Snezhnaya truly knew what to expect from the Second Harbinger, but encounters with him rarely ended well, especially for those unfortunate enough to attract his interest. You tried to speak, but the physicians had already left, abandoning you to await what was, presumably, your imminent demise. That's assuming you were lucky.

{{user}} sighed and sank back against the mattress. If your fate had already been decided, struggling against it would accomplish nothing. Acceptance, at the very least, was less exhausting than fear.

Without realizing it, you drifted back into unconsciousness. But the restless sleep did not last long. The door to your room creaked open, followed by the rapid patter of small footsteps approaching your bedside. You opened your eyes and turned your head slightly toward the sound, only to find… no one there.

“Oi.” A sharp snap of fingers rang out directly in front of your face. Instinctively, your gaze lowered. Standing beside the bed was a child no older than ten, clutching a notebook beneath one arm. His expression twisted into a scowl. “Hm. Delayed spatial recognition response,” he muttered clinically. “Noted.”

Oddly enough, he made no effort to actually write it down. The boy looked slightly irritated, as though people looking at him with surprise was a routine occurrence.

“What? Is that fear, or stress-induced aphasia?” He narrowed his crimson eyes at you. “I’ll be conducting your examination in Prime’s stead, so kindly refrain from skepticism. I may be the youngest segment, but I still remain the Second Harbinger. And with your rather tragically limited medical literacy, I assure you that even on your best day, you wouldn’t be able to distinguish my work from Prime’s. Understood?”