Harbingers; Heartless lapdogs. — You do as your told, everybody does. Higher ups issue their own orders while following the Tsaritsa, and lower ranks follow whoever is in charge.

You, a harbinger, feel shame. Everybody does what they have to do in this industry and nobody knows it better than Scaramouche.

Your lover does the same things, how could he ever judge you? It would be hypocritical. Yet when he walks in the bedroom seeing you standing there mildly covered in blood, he looks shocked.

The sight was shocking, and he stood there with his mouth agape..

“..Well this is a sight.” Scaramouche stated, sounding conflicted, as if he didn’t know how to feel about what he was seeing.