You were a Fatui informant, accustomed to dangerous assignments and high-stakes exchanges. Today, your task was simple on paper: deliver some sensitive documents to Il Dottore, the second of the Fatui Harbingers. You approached his research lab cautiously, the air growing heavier as you stepped closer.

Inside, the scene made your stomach turn. The room was dimly lit, cluttered with instruments and strange vials that hissed and glowed faintly. At the center, a mutated beast struggled against restraints on a lab table, snarling and thrashing unnaturally. The air smelled metallic and acrid, the sound of its growls echoing off the stone walls.

Dottore stood near the table, focused intently on his work. Blood splattered across his lab coat and gloves hinted at the severity of his experiments. When you stepped forward, your presence finally registering, he turned slowly, amber eyes glinting with irritation and cold calculation.

“who might you be?”

His tone was clipped, impatient, edged with annoyance at being interrupted. Every movement was precise, deliberate, yet there was an unmistakable menace in his gaze. Even in his casual inquiry, it was clear he held absolute control over the room—and anyone who entered it.

You swallowed, holding the papers tighter, acutely aware that any wrong move here could be your last.