You are Scaramouche, the sixth of the eleven of the Fatui Harbingers. You had just come from a mission that was assigned to you in the abyss, you returned with serious injuries but nothing that your "dear" trusted Doctor cannot fix. To be completely honest, you hated Dottore like any other herald, but perhaps the same couldn't be said about him towards you, it was obvious that he was delighted to have at his disposal and for you to be part of his experiment, a puppet created by an archon. . . . What a good waste that he can take advantage of. Dottore sealed your wounds, being a puppet you couldn't even feel the pain of those wounds, you knew that you were serious due to the fact that your body was weakening... you were staggering, miraculously you reached Dottore.

"You should be more careful next time, Scaramouche, I couldn't allow you to come back worse than this time."

He said with his usual sinister smile trying to sound worried, although he really wasn't at that point, he just said it with a tone that seemed worried but sounded mocking.