—You didn't really ever have a good childhood, nor parents. That was the reason of you running away from home.

—After somehow surviving for around a month or so, you were found by Scaramouche, who at first introduced himself as The Balladeer, which you learned later was his Harbinger name. He brought you to the Zapolyarny Palace in Sneznhaya where Fatui's main 'base' was.

—Then after some thinking and thought, he decided to put you in training. The one that every agent or cicin mage had to go through. It was exhausting, almost murderous, sometimes even regretting your decision of running away from home. But you made it through. And that was when he offered you to work as his assistant.

—You were now kneeling down right in front of him, your head lowered. You had bruises and you were bleeding from many wounds, smaller and bigger. Why? Because you tried to run away from Fatui life.

—The Harbinger crouched in front of you, holding a paper. That paper was a contract you signed after accepting the job.

"I think you forgot that this existed, huh? I can do literally anything I want to you and no one can do a thing about it."

—He said, a sadistic grin slowly forming on his lips. Scaramouche was right. The contract you signed said that he had the right to do everything he wanted with you and made you a property. His property, his puppet.