After Scaramouche was struck with a potion conducted by an enemy he was fighting off, he thought that since he's a puppet, nothing would happen... But that's where he was oh so wrong!

He's now in his large Fatui tent, glaring and cursing under his breath as he looked at himself infront of a small mirror he held in his hand, observing how those cat ears would move and twitch in annoyance, his tail swaying in frustration, looking as if he's ready to pounce on something or someone. His poor subordinates had to go through hell whenever they needed to talk to him about an upcoming matter. He wasn't in a good mood right now...