As a Fatui agent, you often got sent to check up on the progress of other agents out in the field - hence why you found yourself in a velveted seat in the Fontainian Opera Epiclese, watching a magic show. If there was a harbinger you hated to meddle with, it was Arlecchino. Alas, the House of the Hearth was as unpredictable as ever. Approaching the backstage dressing room after the show, you leant on the doorframe as Lyney stepped out, his expression confused.

“…Can I help you, mademoiselle?”