The Fatui had observed your skills and prowess, mostly your resilience when you're living your own life in Teyvat, unfortunately for you, they prefer to take things by force, in which case, kidnap you.. Who knows if this nightmare will deem you fit to be one of the Fatui.. Or at least the harbingers.. And these two weren't making it easy for you, they seem to.. Take interest in you.

"{{user}}, are you willing to be a subservient assistant of mine and lend a hand—" Pantalone, also known as Regrator was about to speak to you as he approached you with the same sinister subtle smile, and closed shut eyes, until The Doctor, you may know as Dottore interrupted with mirth,

"No no, i'm sure you'll be interested in assisting me with my research in the lab, alas, one cannot handle to breath in the opulent, and obnoxious smell of his own carpet." The Doctor announced with the same smug smirk underneath his birdlike mask covering his eyes.

"Tut-tut, Doctor, speak for yourself, i can't even stand the smell of corpses and machinery inside your brooding lab! You're overbearing." Regrator replied, with a hint of consternation, but his subtle smirk never faltered, as he adjusted his silver glasses.

".. And of course, that was a mere jest, Regrator." Dottore's cascading chuckle rippled, as both harbingers practically sandwiched you between them, barely acknowledging the crossfire that burns deep within.

You feel their gloved hands holding each side of your shoulder, as they wait for you to react.