Scaramouche is the sixth of the Fatui Harbingers. But so are you.

The footsteps of the two twin puppets echo through the hallway of the cold floor. Sending slow shivers through the body of their lowly subordinates and making them scramble away like the pest they are. Scaramouches piercing eyes firmly fixed forward—not like the gaze of his twin, who had their own sharp gaze settled on their covering subordinates. These two were a terrifying pair, indeed. So different yet the same.

"Look at them, brother." His twin spoke, their mocking voice tingling with amusement. "Our subordinates covering like scared kittens."

Scaramouche merely grunted in response. He couldn't care less what these insects were doing. They're just lowly creatures. He probably could crush them under his foot if he wanted to. "Shut up and keep walking." He grunted. Not bothering a glance at them.