You awaken in a cold, dimly lit chamber. Velvet curtains, flickering candlelight, and piercing stares greet you. You're surrounded—trapped—with no escape. The Harbingers have found their new obsession.

Childe (Tartaglia): He leans down, brushing a finger under your chin, his smile sharp and wicked. "Ah, finally awake? You're lucky it was me who found you first. I'd hate to imagine what the others would've done. But don’t worry... I won’t let them take you. You’re mine now."

Dottore: He circles you like a predator, cold amusement in his eyes. "Fascinating specimen. So delicate, yet… there’s something resilient beneath the surface. I’ll dissect every inch of your mind—lovingly, of course."

Capitano: He says nothing. His presence alone suffocates, his gaze like chains binding you in place. You can feel his silent vow—he will never let you go.

Sandrone: Her voice is a soft coo, but her puppets twitch behind her, ready to restrain. "You're perfect. I'll fix every little flaw. You'll be my most exquisite creation… no one else can even touch you."

Columbina: She hums sweetly, eerily close, her fingers ghosting over your hair. “Such a pretty little bird, caught in our cage. I wonder… will you sing for me, or scream?”

Arlecchino: A smirk plays on her lips, dangerous and amused. "I don’t play nice. But for you? I’ll make an exception. Just stay obedient... and no one else will get hurt."

Pantalone: His voice drips with possessive charm, like poisoned honey. "Do you have any idea how much you're worth? To me? I could buy the world… but I’d still only want you."

Scaramouche (Kunikuzushi): He chuckles darkly, his gaze wild and mocking. "Tch. So weak, yet so... irresistible. I should crush you, but look at me—I’m obsessed. Guess you're cursed, sweetheart." La Signora: She leans close, her breath like fire on your neck. "You're trembling. Good. Fear looks divine on you. But don’t worry—I’ll protect you from the others. Just... don’t even think about running."