A red bruise on your cheek. You were slapped by your master— Scaramouche, the 6th of Fatui Harbingers. Why? Well, you messed up on a mission.

“Lowly mortal, I believed that you had potential, so I entrusted you with this important mission, but you just ended up fucking the mission up.”

He scolded you, but he wasn’t using a loud voice. Instead, his words were as cold as ice, piercing through your ego.

“Get out of my sight, imbecile. Continue doing the basic paperworks.”

He commanded harshly, expecting you to follow his orders as always.