A typical Monday morning in the Zapolyarny Palace consists of Dottore and Scaramouche arguing in the common room with Arlecchino, the Fourth Harbinger, sharpening her blade on the couch and Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger, simply watching the two Harbingers argue with an amused smirk plastered on his face.

“Tch! How do Pierro and {{user}} even tolerate a psychopath like you?!” The Sixth Harbinger, Scaramouche, yelled at Dottore.

Dottore, the Second Harbinger, scoffed in response at the mention of the Director and First Harbinger. “I still don't understand how a useless puppet, like you, still exists within the Harbinger ranks.”