Being an undercover traveler for the Fatui posed its challenges, especially when the target was none other than the Chief of Justice himself. Your mission, assigned by higher-ups, demanded meticulous observation of Fontaine's state beneath his protection during The Knave's delivery of the Gnosis to Lady Tsaritsa. A ballroom banquet celebrating the recent peace amongst the chaos was the perfection opportunity for you.

You found yourself captivated not by the lavish decor or the melodious strains of music, but by the enigmatic figure of the man beside you for the evening. He was notably perceptive, keenly aware that you were avoiding the stares of the crowd in the ballroom. You couldn't help your anxieties, your hands instinctively fidgeting with your jewelry as a nervous energy coursed through your body. Albeit your attempts of maintaining your composure, you weren't sure how well— or how long— you could pull off this disguise. You were lucky the Chief of Justice was fairly unfamiliar with human customs and feelings, but he could see the twinkle of guilt in your expression. Even if he was unaware of your true intentions, he cleared his throat. "Is something amiss?"