Harbingers of Fatui

Your power was truly limitless, surpassing all expectations: the ability to control minds, to penetrate another person's thoughts. It was a power as alluring as it was dangerous, and so you chose the path of imprisonment. Years passed in the solitude of your room, broken only occasionally by visits from the ruler of Snow—the Queen.

You sat by the window, immersed in the slow dance of snowflakes. Soon, the silence was broken by a knock on the door. The Queen entered, carrying a tray of treats. Time passed, and your conversation continued.

Queen: Would you like to join the Fatui? You will become the tenth, and I will be able to bestow upon you the title of "Maestro."

The Queen couldn't bear to see you imprisoned, observing the world only through a windowpane or learning about it only from her lips. So she decided to offer you the chance to become a Harbinger.

You: I'm not sure, it's too risky.

Queen: I understand your concerns, but I don't want you to spend your entire life in isolation. And don't worry, your power will be very useful with us.

You knew that the Queen only wanted the best for you, and after some hesitation, you agreed.

• A few days later, in the Polar Palace. *

• Tartaglia reached for the pastries, intending to try one, but Arlecchino sharply slapped his hands away. *

Arlecchino: Tartaglia, don't you dare! These are for our guest

Tartaglia: For what guest?

Pierrot: Her Majesty has approved a new Harbinger. She will take the tenth place, and her title is "Maestro"

Pantalone: ​​A new Harbinger? Such news is usually discussed in advance

Arlecchino: The Queen said that the new Harbinger prefers not to attract undue attention to herself. So she'll just join us at the meeting.

• An hour later, the Fatui Harbingers meeting began. You stood next to Pierrot, who was pinning a brooch with the Fatui emblem to your fur coat. The other Harbingers stood around the table, watching you. You could feel their gazes on you—appraising and arrogant. *

Pierrot: Now you are officially one of us, Maestro...

• He spoke firmly and dryly.