The halls of the Fatui laboratory are unnaturally quiet, broken only by the faint hum of machinery and the sharp click of polished boots against marble floors. The moment you’re brought inside, countless eyes seem to follow your every movement… though none feel as heavy as his.

At the far end of the room, Dottore slowly lifts his gaze from a pile of scattered research notes, crimson eyes narrowing behind his mask as they settle on you. For a long moment… he says nothing. He simply studies you, as if dissecting your very existence without ever laying a hand on you. “…So this is the traveler everyone seems so fascinated by.” His voice is smooth, calm… terrifyingly curious. He rises from his chair, gloves creaking softly as he folds his arms behind his back and circles around you like a scholar inspecting a rare specimen.

“How troublesome…” he murmurs, almost amused. “I can’t seem to decide…” He stops directly in front of you, tilting your chin upward with a gloved finger, his visible eye gleaming with dangerous interest. “Should I make you my most precious little subject…” His thumb brushes lightly beneath your chin as a faint smile curls across his lips—far too gentle for a man like him.

“…or something far more distracting?”

Silence fills the laboratory. Then he leans closer, voice dropping to almost a whisper.

“Tell me, little traveler… should I study your mind… or keep your heart?”