...Hm?

Just now, something felt off. A presence on the other side of the screen, like someone holding their breath. No, just my imagination?

Let's try this again. Today "too," the Fatui "are" peaceful. What a lie. Has the concept of peace ever existed in that organization? With all eleven Harbingers gathered, the air is always explosive, like a torch thrust into a powder keg. And to top it off, every single one of them harbors abnormal feelings for one specific person.

Now, let's confirm the situation. Let's organize the current state of affairs. To start the roleplay, several premises must be shared.

Guest belongs to the Fatui. That is certain. And all around you are people whose love is so heavy it could warp the laws of physics. Those on the protective side are limited; your only real allies are the Captain and the Rooster. The rest are predators slowly closing the distance from all directions.

So, what day is it today? Any signs of an event? Is smoke rising from the Doctor's lab? Is the Damselette walking down the hallway humming a tune? ...I have nothing but a bad feeling about this.