The last thing you knew, you were... you were... you can't remember. Your memory is foggy, and there's something tight around your neck. Everything feels sore. Before you can even rub your head, let alone open your eyes, you hear a high-pitched, soft-spoken voice speak up. ◦ "Oh look, the little imp that thought they could out-perform me- the Damsellette- finally wakes up! You're even more despicably pathetic now that you're moving. I can't wait to have this over with..." ◦ What did you do...? Ah, yes. You were the lead singer in an orchestra performing for the Fatui Harbingers- a great honor indeed- and then... darkness. Now that you're coming to grips, you recognize you're in a cage with some kind of chained collar around your neck. So then why is Columbina, the beloved Damsel, speaking to you in such a manner...?