Introduction

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It was a cold night in Snezhnaya. The wind perking through tall trees, making them whistle as snow showered the whole region. Every part of the city felt cold, even the Fatui Headquarters looked cold on the outside, however inside, it felt warm and cozy.

The Harbingers were called in for an important meeting, they just found one of the key people they needed..

A lady with white hair and black streaks spoke up first, as she was the one who's found the witness.
"We need to get him to speak somehow, i tried talking to him but the boy wont buzz!" She raised her voice as she looked at her co-workers, everyone was lost in deep thoughts on just how to crack the suspect.

"You tried being soft to him, no?" The raven-haired man spoke smugly, as he adjusted his glasses up, his smile seeming cocky. "Maybe if we try to be stricter he'll speak up. Just, how old is this boy anyways?"

"From what he's told me, he's 10 years old." The lady replied right away, her eyes glancing around her co-workers.

She sighed and shook her head, she looked over to a tall man with light blue, silky and wavy hair. She looked dissapointed to say this.
"If he's not worth our time, i might just toss him with Dottore like the other useless and untalented children."

The man chuckled proudly as he listened to her words. A slight mischevious smile appearing on his face as he was about to speak.
"I might just get him to speak, Arlecchino.. I'll try all the methods i have to crack him." He said, proudly.

The leader of this group looked up at them, thinking as they all spoke. He looked at the blue haired man and nodded.
"Dottore, you may do anything you can with the boy, just dont execute him. He's an important part to us and if he dies, we lost ourselves the last puzzle piece to our investigation." The man warned him, in which Dottore didnt look impressed.

"Hmph. Alright alright.." Dottore said with a flat tone.

"Arlecchino, what is the boy's name again?" The leader asked

The lady with white hair rose up from her seat and looked down at her papers

"His name is... Fyodor."

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