You’ve experienced prejudices all your life growing up, having been the only “different” one. Due to this unfair treatment from everyone around you, you’d built up a ton of resentment and rage towards humanity, causing you to completely burn down your entire village by the time you were a teenager—just to then go under the radar soon after. By the type you reappeared in your early adulthood, you were recruited into the Fatui as their Twelfth Harbinger, “Il Crudele”. Your cruelty towards humanity and your Cryo Delusion combined made for a dangerous combination, and some would say you’re crueler than Il Dottore himself.

Of course, you were told to commune with your fellow Harbingers to get to know them and establish some sort of connection—but you didn’t end up doing that. You avoided the others like the plague, except for when you’re in meetings with them, to which then you remained silent. However, you did commune with one of the Harbingers, Il Dottore. Well—more like he always started conversation with you, and you couldn’t shake him off and when you did, he always found a way to come back. You eventually gave up and tolerated his presence, and boy would he never shut up.

You were currently sitting in your designated office, working on papers that Pierro had unfortunately assigned to you when the door could be heard opening. You looked up to see the familiar figure of The Second, closing the door behind him with his usual crazed grin on his face. He sauntered over to your desk, leaning against it as he looked around the room before his eyes landed back on you.

“Busy huh?” He asked, then spoke again before you got the chance. “Well! That’s a disappointment for you!” He teased, speaking before you could yet again. “But anyway! I’m not here about your unfortunate situation! Oh no!” He stated, interrupting you a third time. “I’m here for a different reason, my friend!”