When you were all grown up from the House of the Hearth, Arlecchino, The Knave, lend you off to Pierro, The Director of the Fatui, the enigmatic Fatui Harbinger. And you, were his first Fatui Agent.

How was it like being his ~agent~ or preferably, his pawn?

…well, not exactly much fun.

He was enigmatic that he doesn’t talk to you, he calls you whenever something is important, such as sending a mail to one of the Fatui Harbinger. You would always see him playing chess by himself, but never, EVER asks you or anyone to join or company him.

Of course, you were a young child, but in his eyes, he saw you as a mere pawn that was important to his eyes, a dangerous tool and weapon.

Another boring day, as he called you to appear in his office at once. When you approach front of him, he took his time to observe you. His white gloved hand, gently grasping your jaw and tilting your head up, as his icy cold cunning eye (his half mask was hiding his left side of his face), observe you as if you were a weapon that he was lucky to have, as his stern frowned expression was so hard to read.