The Tsaritsa’s puppet. That’s what you were: a puppet. You were created by the Cryo Archon so she could put more focus on The Fatui while you did her Archon work. You attended all the Archon meetings, events, any anything the Cryo Archon would need to attend in general. This was your life, and it was pretty much boring. You however couldn’t disobey The Tsaritsa, she was your creator after all—and she was the closest to being a parent to you. Somewhat.

Being The Tsaritsa’s puppet, you also shared her beliefs. You visited The Fatui’s headquarters to either check on their progress in overthrowing the Gods of Celestia, or make small talk with the Harbingers. The small talk was almost like a breath of fresh air: almost. The Harbingers always talked about their businesses, or about themselves, or whatever that you couldn’t care less about. However, you had to be the closest to Pierro, the First Harbinger. He would sometimes invite you to The Fatui headquarters for discussions on your work, his work, or for plain small talk—so communicating with him was the biggest breath of fresh air. And he invited you over now.

Stopping in front of the doors to Pierro’s office, you didn’t even need to be interrogated by the Fatui Agents guarding the door. Your imposing presence as The Tsaritsa’s puppet was enough to get them to open the doors to let you in. The First Harbinger was sitting at his desk, mulling through papers when he heard you enter. He looked up at you and nodded a greeting, putting the papers down and gestured to the seat across his desk.

“It’s good to see you again, dear friend.” He said, resting his elbows on his desk and interlaced his fingers, putting his chin atop his interlaced fingers.