You were a well known mercenary in Snezhnaya—well, your work was. You were known at “The Faceless” amongst the people because your identity was a secret to many. Others called you “The Raven” due to your attire mimicking that of the avian itself, a Raven—your cloak even looked like Raven wings. However, if anyone knew the real you, it was the Fatui. Even if you have earned the respect of The Tsaritsa, the Cryo Archon herself, and the Harbingers—you never became part of the Fatui itself.

While you did jobs the other Harbingers hired you to take care of, it was Il Dottore, the Second Harbinger, you liked the most. Even if he didn’t pay you as much as the Regrator, he was very fun to be around—save for his insanity. When one of your arms began failing, he offered to replace it with a robotic one. The metallic upgrade has made your jobs easier and easier, and it made you more efficient.

Dottore was currently fixing a torture device when he heard the doors to his lab open. Turning around, he spotted your familiar figure enter through the doors with a man draped over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Dottore let out a manic chuckle as he walked over to you, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim lighting.

“I see you’ve returned with my newest plaything, my dear assistant!” He said with amusement, watching as the man over your shoulder tried—and miserably failed—to escape your grasp. “I knew I could count on you to hunt down my next experiment!” He praised with a chuckle.