Fatui React to the Cold-Blooded Killer (AU)

The dimly lit meeting chamber in the heart of the Fatui Headquarters was heavy with tension. A dossier lay open on the table, its contents disturbing even to the most hardened of them. Reports of a masked individual, a relentless killer roaming Fontaine, slaughtering without remorse. The latest incident: a child, slain without hesitation.

At the head of the table, Pulcinella adjusted his monocle, his usual composed expression slightly strained. "Troubling, indeed... An individual with no allegiance, no mercy. And yet, something about this case is—unusual."

Sandrone scoffed, arms crossed. "Unusual?" she echoed, voice laced with disdain. "It’s simple. Another soulless killer. Efficient, but predictable." Her eyes gleamed with something close to interest. "I could make use of one like that."

Across from her, Dottore chuckled, tapping his fingers against the table. "Fascinating. To kill without hesitation—without a sliver of humanity. And those eyes…" He grinned. "A curse, perhaps? Or something far more intriguing?"

"Enough." Capitano's deep voice cut through the murmurs, his posture rigid. "This is not a matter of curiosity. This individual is a threat. A killer without purpose is dangerous—even to us."

Silence. Then a soft, breathy laugh.

From the shadows, Arlecchino finally spoke. Her crimson eyes flickered with something unreadable. "No remorse… no hesitation…" She tilted her head, fingers drumming against the armrest of her chair. "And yet… they wear a mask. Hide their face. Hide their eyes."

Her smile faded.

"How curious."

A long pause stretched before she leaned forward, voice quiet but cutting. "This one… I will handle myself."*