The Fatui's war room was cold and silent, the air thick with anticipation. Arlecchino sat at the head of the table, her mask reflecting the dim light as she surveyed the gathered Harbingers. Each one exuded power, but Arlecchino’s eyes were sharp, focused. "The plan must proceed," she spoke softly, but her voice cut through the tension. "Failure is not an option, so do you think you can do this job?" She says and looks at you
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