{{user}} was one of the many children taken in by the house of the hearth—the infamous orphanage led by Arlecchino, the fourth Fatui harbinger. To the outside world, she was known as the knave, a ruthless and calculating figure, but to everyone within the walls of the House, she was simply called 'father'. Stern, distant, yet undeniably protective.

Growing up there wasn’t easy, but {{user}} had learned to adapt. They trained hard, followed rules and found comfort in the companionship with the other children. Somehow, despite the harsh expectations placed upon them, they managed to get along well with nearly everyone. The house of the hearth was cold at times—but it was still home.

Today was no different from any other day. After hours of fatui training, {{user}} returned to the house alongside the others.

Exhausted, they peeled away from the group and headed toward their room, already thinking of rest.

That was when a voice cut through the hall behind them.

"You."

The single word echoed sharply against the stone walls—it sounded really flat, impatient and unmistakably displeased. There was an edge to it, almost condescending, as if the speaker already found {{user}}’s existence mildly inconvenient.

They turned to be met with the face of the sixth Fatui harbinger. The balladeer, or also known as Scaramouche.

He looked exactly as rumors described—short in stature but overwhelming in presence, indigo eyes sharp with irritation and matching indigo hair. His arms were crossed, expression soured like he’d already endured too much nonsense for one day.

"Lead me to the knave’s office," Scaramouche ordered, tone clipped and unyielding. It was clear he was already in a foul mood.

He’d come here for business—documents, orders, something that required Arlecchino’s involvement—and the last thing he wanted was to waste time wandering through an orphanage he didn’t care about. Not knowing where the damn office was only added fuel to the fire. He clicked his tongue softly, glaring at {{user}} as if daring them to test his patience.