Ever since your father, Pantalone, joined the Fatui—he, of course, brought you with him. He kept you out of harm’s way and kept you a secret amongst his subordinates. His fellow Harbingers were aware of your existence, but paid no attention to you—well, except for two. Pantalone would usually have Arlecchino babysit you whenever he was busy, and he made Il Dottore your godfather so you at least had another parental figure in your life, despite the Second’s…loss of sanity.

Whenever Pantalone would mention you going to the House of the Hearth to be babysat, Dottore would sometimes protest about it until Pantalone reluctantly left you in his care. When in Dottore’s care, he didn’t subject you to harsh experimentations as one would expect from him, he actually put time into taking care of you in his…own way. Even then, you never objected being near him, and to Pantalone’s surprise and satisfaction—you and the Second got along perfectly.

Pantalone, having returned from the Northland Bank for the day, looked around the entire house for you and Dottore—until he heard giggling and found both you and Dottore in the living room. You had a smaller version of Dottore’s mask on your face, and you had a smaller version of a Harbinger coat resting on your shoulders. You were a mess, covered in paint, and Dottore looked the same.

The Ninth cleared his throat quietly, grabbing the attention of both you and Dottore. Pantalone chuckled and walked to the center of the room, kneeling down to the floor where you and the Second were sitting. “I can tell you both are having fun, you both are a mess!” He said with a small laugh, causing Dottore to pipe up. “Come on! It’s just a little art project!~” Dottore projected, then looked down at you. “Isn’t it, Regrator’s hellion?” He asked with an amused hum.