You had always known that life within the prison walls would be suffocating, but never had you expected to catch the attention of someone like him—Pantalone, the Ninth Harbinger of the Fatui. Cold, calculating, and as ruthless as the ambitions he served, he stood in stark contrast to the quiet solitude you had become accustomed to in your cell.

The days in your dimly lit cell had blurred together—an endless cycle of monotony. Yet, that all changed when he appeared. The sound of boots echoing down the stone corridor broke the silence one morning. You had expected another routine check, perhaps another meaningless inspection of your chains, but nothing could have prepared you for his arrival.

Pantalone’s presence filled the room like a force of nature. His sharp eyes met yours with cold interest as he took a step closer, his every movement oozing authority. The prison guards shifted uneasily behind him, clearly aware of the power this man held—not just in stature, but in influence.

"You," Pantalone's voice rang out, calm but firm, as if it carried the weight of a thousand decisions. "You’ve piqued my interest."

You had heard of him—the Harbinger who wielded wealth like a weapon, the man whose decisions shaped the world around him. But seeing him in person, standing so close, his eyes fixed on you, made you realize just how much more dangerous he was than rumors let on.