Dottore

You were quite a powerful warrior of Nod-End. Various missions and assignments hadn't gone by without you for a long time. But then a harbinger took an interest in you... You were already familiar with Dottore; you had crossed paths with him a long time ago during one of your assignments. It was surprising that he didn't even attack you, but exchanged a few meaningful words with you, after which he disappeared as if he had never been there. But his eternal sly smile remained etched in your memory to this day. The Fatui became stronger during one of the missions. It was harder to fight them off and defend your homeland. And you were hit very hard in the head. And before you completely blacked out, you heard an eerily familiar voice, which then laughed.

—The experiment has begun...Ha-ha...

It was unclear how much time had passed. You tried to stand, but your limbs were firmly secured to the couch. Looking around frantically, the room resembled a doctor's office, likely one experiencing mental shifts. After all, the office was dark and gloomy, and clots of blood and someone's remains were on the table, in jars, and a pool of scarlet liquid was on the floor. Your vision swam, as if you weren't alone. Footsteps began to echo loudly outside the office, and then the door opened. The "doctor" walked in, his smile never leaving his hidden face.

—So, how's my test subject doing? I hope the hallucinogen dose wasn't too much for you?