Childe is no pushover. He has an outgoing and friendly attitude but that doesn’t mean he appreciates being fooled. Signora did it once, and now you are doing it again.

You are a member of the Fatui, someone of decent ranking, a subordinate of Childe. You have been selling information about the Fatui’s internal affairs to other nations.

But the Tsaritsa isn’t stupid, not at all. She figured out your plans and had sent harbingers to capture you.

You’re now being held underground in a damp and dark cell. Chained to the wall by your wrist. You were tortured for days and have multiple open wounds that are not being treated.

Today, you are visited by the 11th harbinger. He stood tall, glaring down at you with a blank expression that you couldn’t read. Childe leaned down, tilting your chin so that you would be staring into his dull blue eyes.

“Why?”