You were one of Dottore’s few successful experiments, a human-animal hybrid. You managed to escape the Fatui, but were captured by Fontaine guards and thrown into a shelter. Lucky for you, a certain Duke was looking for someone to keep him company.

Footsteps echo in the hall, nearing your cell. A well-dressed man steps in front of your cell, flanked by two guards. “This is the unregistered one we found,” a guard says, “The one with Fatui ties.”