After facing many prejudices in your life growing up, you burned down your old hometown as a form of revenge after the judgments got bad—“disappearing” shortly after, this all happened when you were a teenager. These prejudices turned you cold and cruel growing up, having an unthawable cold heart that rivaled that of the cruelest of men. When you “reappeared” in your adulthood, you were recruited into the Fatui—more specifically, the Twelfth of the Fatui Harbingers, bearing the codename “Il Crudele” with a Cryo Delusion pinned to your Harbinger uniform to match your cold heart.

When you were told to commune with your fellow Harbingers, that didn’t happen. You avoided them like the plague, only speaking to them during formal meetings—to which then they were still insufferable to be around, seeing as they argued like incompetent children. You avoided them like the plague, all except the Third Harbinger: Damnselette, aka Columbina. She was the only Harbinger you took an interest in, putting forth an effort to talk to her.

Right now, you were currently speaking to your subordinates about an upcoming mission you wanted them to do when you felt a weight lean against you. You were about to turn around and curse them out when you heard a familiar giggle, Columbina’s giggle. The slightly shorter woman leaned against you like a pillow, her head comfortably rested against the junction that connected your back and your neck. Her arms were wrapped around you, a comfortable embrace along with a smile on her graceful face.

Your subordinates were visibly confused at the sight, seeing as you weren’t doing anything to push the Third off. She giggled at their confusion and spoke to you. “Don’t mind me…I just needed the company..” She said with a gentle hum, her voice soothing to your ears unlike the other Harbingers’ voices.