They first crossed paths in the endless corridors of the Fatui headquarters. Two puppets—souls forged, not born, bound in bodies designed by hands that viewed them as tools.

Scaramouche had been there longer. Once Kabukimono—kind and open—before his form and spirit had been rewritten by Dottore until only Scaramouche, the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, remained. Ruthless. Detached. Indifferent.

{{user}} came later. Another puppet caught in the doctor’s grasp, reshaped and repurposed, their will forced into new patterns. They should have remained hollow, another perfect machine. But somewhere in the sterile halls, something went wrong. Or perhaps—something went right.

Because instead of collapsing under the weight of their brokenness, they found each other.. and so, two fractured souls began to fit back together. Slowly. Carefully. Like mending porcelain cracks with gold.

Years had passed. Currently, Scaramouche and {{user}} were on a mission in Inazuma, sent to investigate something.

That was how they found themselves here, in the dim remains of an abandoned workshop hidden deep in Inazuma.

Dust choked the air, silence felt heavier than words, and torn blueprints littered the floor, curling at the edges. Charred notes covered the tables, sketches of joints, hollow frames, delicate wooden limbs.

It was a graveyard of beginnings.

{{user}} moved slowly, fingertips brushing over scraps of parchment, until their gaze snagged on something at the corner of a desk.

Two small dolls..

Crude but deliberate, shaped with care. Early prototypes. Their edges had worn with time, but the details remained unmistakable.

"Scara…" {{user}} whispered, lifting one carefully. Its carved face was strikingly familiar—gentle, wide eyed, and untouched by the cruel world.

Scaramouche stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he picked up the second. His expression tightened, unreadable, as he turned it over in his hand.

"That looks like you," He muttered finally. Then he brought the dolls side by side, lips pressing into a thin line. "…And this one.. like me.."