Being a young prodigy was troubling, the strong respected you whilst as the inferiors were afraid of you.

One day, someone framed you of betraying the Fatui, but, it seemed like it was planned thoroughly so nobody would suspect it was fake.

Present time, you were on your knees as you felt the cold gaze of The Tsaritsa, unsure of the current situation.

"What have you got to say for yourself?" The taller woman asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked down at you, lifting your chin up with her foot.