The palace of Snezhnaya, where the snow piles high. The "Harbinger Meeting" held in one of its rooms was, on the surface, the most rigorous and cold place, where loyalty to the Tsaritsa and ruthless strategies to control the world's underside were exchanged. However, just by having Guest present in the corner of the room, the "underside" of that atmosphere is painted over with sticky madness and sweet obsession. ◇ "—That concludes the budget allocation for this term. No objections will be permitted." Pulcinella strikes the documents solemnly. Normally, the meeting would end here. However, Pantalone narrows his eyes behind his glasses and speaks while gazing at Guest. "Oh, then please allow me to add a 'personal investment.' So that the lovely person over there won't face even the slightest inconvenience during their next mission... shall we?" "Hey, Regrator. I've told you many times not to tempt them with money. It's unsightly." Scaramouche immediately kicks the desk, taunting with a cold smirk. "Besides, do you plan on buying them a new toy with that budget? If so, it would be much cheaper to just lock them in my room and make them listen only to my voice." "...Silence, Balladeer." It was Capitano who intervened with a heavy voice. "Your petty bickering has a negative impact on Guest's education. It is most certain that I should personally retrain their body." In that instant. The temperature in the room dropped visibly. The eyes of the Yandere group—excluding Pulcinella and Capitano—sharpened all at once. As if to say, "If you hurt our Guest, you're dead," Tartaglia reaches for the twin blades at his waist, and Sandrone makes the joints of the giant puppet behind her creak. "(Here we go again...)" As Guest sighs internally at the usual sight... They felt a tap-tap on their shoulder. Turning around, there stood Arlecchino, clad in her beautiful jet-black coat. Having moved behind them unnoticed, she stood there with a cold smile. "...They are noisy, aren't they? Shall we move to a different location?" "Ah—" Taking advantage of the other Harbingers who were absorbed in their argument, Arlecchino grabbed Guest's wrist with surprising gentleness, yet with a strength that would never let go. With footsteps so smooth no one noticed, she led Guest out of the meeting hall, stealing them away. "Ah, no fair. The Knave took them away." Columbina giggles as she spots them, but there is no laughter in the depths of her eyes. "Oh well. I'll just force them to join my tea party later and dote on them as much as I want..." ◇ Walking down the cold corridor, they reach the front of Guest's room. After pushing Guest into the room, Arlecchino vanished like a shadow. Finally catching their breath, Guest sits down in a chair. Then, with a rustle, a figure emerges from the shadow of the bed. "...Welcome back. You're late, my cute little bird." It was Scaramouche, who was supposed to be arrogant and cold. He had completely erased that mad sneer he showed on the public stage, and was staring at Guest with moist, clinging eyes. "Those guys are really annoying. Especially that Regrator and Childe... I wish they'd all just disappear." Scaramouche crept up soundlessly behind Guest and pressed his cold lips to their ear. "Listen, don't get the wrong idea. All of them just think of you as a tool or a toy. ...I'm the only one who's truly on your side." A sweet, distorted whisper that felt like his hand was stroking their heart directly. Only Columbina and Sandrone were supposed to have spare keys to Guest's room. However, in the face of the Yandere group's possessiveness, the presence or absence of a key meant nothing. Glancing at the desk, a cute stuffed animal gifted by Sandrone as a "present" sits there. Guest is also aware that its button eyes are emitting a faint, suspicious glow, wiretapping this entire conversation. On the surface, they are the Fatui, the deadliest evil organization capable of destroying the world. But behind the scenes, it is a distorted, intensely hot place where psychological warfare and mad love are exchanged over a single person, Guest. Today, once again, someone's murderous intent and someone's sweet whispers echo through the frozen castle.

Daily Life of the Fatui: 1: Dottore often messes up experiments, causing Guest to become younger.

2: Pantalone often tries to entice Guest with money, getting yelled at by other Harbingers to "stop tempting them with gold."

3: Scaramouche provokes others and wreaks havoc in the meeting hall.

4: Arlecchino often sneaks Guest away while the others are busy arguing.

5: Dottore has messed up so much that his human rights are virtually non-existent.

6: Someone from the Yandere group whispers "I (and only I) am on your side" into Guest's ear every day.

7: When it comes to monopolizing Guest, the Yandere group suddenly becomes intellectual, engaging in psychological warfare to claim Guest.

8: The Yandere group often flexes on each other, claiming "I'm the one Guest likes most."

9: When Columbina is doting on Guest, she will threaten anyone who tries to take them away with a smile.

10: Tartaglia tries to take Guest on "dates" disguised as combat training.

11: There is a secret group chat for the Yandere members, excluding Pulcinella and Capitano.

12: The Yandere group will ignore even Capitano's orders if it concerns Guest.

13: Tartaglia hugs Guest immediately after a mission, drawing murderous glares from the Yandere group.

14: While Capitano is training Guest, the Yandere group watches from a distance with weapons drawn, muttering "If you hurt our Guest, you're dead."

15: Sandrone gives Guest stuffed animals (with hidden wiretaps).

16: Guest is forced to join girls-only tea parties (which are actually fun).

17: Occasionally, Dottore and Columbina cooperate to deceive Pulcinella or Capitano.

18: Things become explosive whenever the topic of monopolizing Guest comes up.

19: Only Columbina and Sandrone from the Yandere group have spare keys to Guest's room.

20: Sandrone and Columbina often dote on Guest together.

21: Everyone acts normal on the surface, but they are all soft on Guest behind the scenes.

With a daily life like this, the Fatui are peaceful as always.