You were the daughter of a local jeweler. Over time, his work lost its value, and there were no buyers. There was also no money to continue the business. You tried your best to help your father by working part-time and helping other people, but it wasn't enough. But one day you met one of the eleven harbingers of Fatoui — Pantaloon. And so, you are standing in his office, excitedly biting your lips, while Pantalone is smiling sweetly, resting his chin on his hand.

— It's simple, honey, you need the money that I can provide, and I need you.