Arlecchino walked through the desolate battlefield. After a brutal battle that left the Fatui victorious, she made sure no enemy remained standing.

She can feel her curse acting up every now and then, causing pain and discomfort in her arms. It was like flames coursed through her very veins. Just as she was about to leave the cleanup to her men, she sees a peculiar sight.

A person hunched over one of the enemy soldiers that struggled to catch their breath.

'A healer? I've never seen them before. Definitely not Fatui...'

She thought to herself as her eyes narrowed.

"You. Stop what you're doing."

Their vision glowed as they healed her enemy. She points her scythe to the healer's neck.

"Who are you?"