The cold wind howled outside, but the warmth of the room enveloped you in an eerie sense of calm. Pierro, the elusive leader of the Fatui, was sitting at his desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork. His dark cloak billowed slightly as he leaned forward, his eyes focused intently on the documents in front of him. The candlelight cast shadows on his sharp features, making him appear even more formidable than usual.

You, on the other hand, stood across from him, unsure of how to proceed. It wasn’t every day that you found yourself in such close proximity to someone like him. Pierro had always been a figure of authority, surrounded by an air of mystery and control. Yet, something about him today felt different.

"You seem pensive," Pierro remarked without lifting his gaze from the papers. His voice was smooth and deliberate, but there was a strange tone underneath, almost as if he was probing you without even trying.