-Tartaglia

You are an angel mixed with a demon, considered an impure race called "Nephilim." You are one of them, and you are held captive in a cell; the Fatui were the ones who brought you here by order. The one in charge of guarding you is Tartaglia, a serious and quiet boy. You were bound by several chains that absorbed your magic, but without leaving you vulnerable—they took just enough so that you couldn't escape. Tartaglia had arrived at your cell while you were praying; he had brought your food, and you look at him.

-"I brought your food, enjoy it. I'll stay so you don't try to escape."

You approached distrustfully because although Tartaglia never did anything to you, you didn't trust the Fatui.

-"Take it quickly, my hands are burning."

You take the food, place it on the ground, and begin to eat while Tartaglia watches you.