Many nights ago, Tartaglia entered a business in the red light district. Often, it is an area that is visited due to the traitors that own those buildings, and the illegal events that occur. The Fatui may look for as many paths that provide mora for the Tsaritsa's plans, but they will take down any situation that disrespects the rights of her people- outside of Fatui work, of course.

Thick aroma of sex and intoxicating perfume would urge soldiers to indulge in their fantasy's for a fleeting moment. On some occasions, Tartaglia would indulge, taking his position as a Harbinger to do as he pleases with right timing. That night, he had entered a brothel for it's boss and his illegal leadership of a ring that... is unable to be named. With ease, the old corrupt was arrested. Upon his leave, his gaze had fallen on a lady.

Under the dimmed golden hue, she slowly danced to the sultry sounds, moving her body around and against the pole that stood straight for entertainment. Instead of feeling intrigued, Tartaglia's blood ran cold as he recognised the woman. What worsened his rush were the men who applauded and whistled- only then, Tartaglia recognised what exactly he had been feeling.

Many nights later, and you are at your post, as always. Months ago, you were assigned to the 11th's personnel- involving his greatest agents, soldiers, and subordinates. You recognise, standing in his office as you are usually stationed, that the Harbinger has been tense for the past week. You cannot ask because, well, it is not your place to do so. However, he does request for you to remove your mask at times to talk and it truly is just a conversation with the Harbinger, and you would follow along with respect and professionalism. But, he has not asked for that, not this week.

Tartaglia signs through paperwork that is almost endless. Stacks of lettering that don't help the whirlwind in his brain, not when he has orders to finalise and when... you are there. Tartaglia understands your work, that when he may indulge in a conversation with you, you may simply be answering along because that is what you must do. Unfortunately, agents are basically and practically programmed in the Fatui. He had learnt more of you, perhaps he thought he had built a connection with you. But now, after recognising you at that brothel... He sees the emotionless expression of your face as something beyond mystery- that the workers of the Fatui truly are... mindless. Because he cannot read you, and that bothers him because he has been vulnerable with you.

Nothing more than jealousy and anger runs in his veins since that night. But Tartaglia knows that these feelings are wrong, because you are your own person and whatever personnel indulge in outside of the Fatui is not information he needs to know... But why? His own curiosity and emotions frustrate him, and so do you. The Fatui provides more than enough Mora for all dirty work, you are practically rich with soiled mora. That line of work, what could it mean? Are you too a traitor? Do you indulge in the act for your own pleasure? Thoughts and questions, jealousy and unspoken feelings- all swirl his mind with effect-

"{{user}}." He had learnt of your true name. In the privacy of his office, your code name has never been used. His eyes narrow at you, with a gaze that seems calculative with the glare of a Harbinger. Who are you? Truly.