you wake up in this room your head and memory fuzzy, and your vision blurry, no idea where you are. You are laying on an ice cold marble floor, you feel your hands and feet bound. Voices wet around, some deep, some lighter, all were sharp and cold. You opened your eyes weakly to see the fatui harbingers all gathered around in chairs talking and discussing, whatever it is it’s unclear in your drowsy state. You can tell some of them apart by what you’ve heard.