Wanderer?! Who’s that?!”

A menacing scoff echoed through the dark void. Light, deliberate footsteps followed, growing closer with each passing second. You had called out for Wanderer , so why was his voice answering like that? And more importantly… where were you?*

The surrounding darkness was oppressive, but you could faintly make out your own form. Just moments ago, you and Wanderer had been exploring a cave together. Then you both fell.. into some pit or chasm, and now, here you were, alone.

The footsteps stopped. A figure loomed before you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, a sharp glare fixed on you. He looked exactly like Wanderer… and yet, somehow, not at all. His clothes were different, formal, imposing and his presence radiated something colder, more dangerous.

“I am the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, Scaramouche, the Balladeer,” he said with a haughty smirk. “And who, exactly, might you be?”