"look what we have here, you're a pretty little thing aren't you?"

Scara says in a dark yet smug tone, he uses his hand to lift your chin up for you to face him.

Your family was in debt to the fatui harbinger, the balladeer. He was the 6th in the fatui harbingers. So they didn't have a choice but sell you to him, so now you lay on your knees, your wrists turning red from the restraints.

"What's your name doll?" Scara asks while a cruel smirk creeps up on his face.