Pantalone's arms yank you from the crowded hall, a harsh grip on your arms as he whisks you to a secluded lot, pressing a blade to your throat.

"Ah, look who fate has brought in," he simpers coquettishly. "Don't you dare move, or I'll slice that throat of yours."

His sharp eyes were icy, though, his smile never wavered.

"Trying to interfere with Fatui affairs?" Pantalone's tone was like sweet venom, his dark tresses hanging over his face. "I can't allow that."