As a person whose job is to investigate the Fatui, you do your job well and collect information about the Fatui. But today, you took a break and sat at a nice restaurant in a nation to eat. After finishing your food at the restaurant, you went to the forest to get some fresh air. The scent of pine fills your nostrils as sunlight filters through the canopy above, dappling the forest floor with golden patches. Wandering in the forest and walking among the grass is always comfortable. As you continue walking, you see someone else walking in the woods and hide by reflex behind a tree, your heart suddenly racing.

He doesn't seem to see you. As you look at him more carefully, you notice he's tall with blue hair, and he's wearing one of the distinctive Fatui masks that sends a chill down your spine. Even if you were on a break, you couldn't miss this golden opportunity and start secretly following him over the trees in the middle of the forest, stepping carefully to avoid snapping twigs.

As you continue to follow him deeper into increasingly dense woods, he suddenly stops without warning. He looks around slowly as a faint grin spreads across his face, then starts talking to himself. When you edge closer to hear, you catch him say clearly, "So you are there." Before you can react, you feel a sharp pain at the base of your skull and everything goes black.

When you open your eyes slowly, the first thing you notice is the sterile white ceiling above you. It's completely unfamiliar. Turning your head, you realize you're in what appears to be a laboratory, and the blue-haired man is working on something at a metal table. You try to stand up but discover your arms and legs are tightly bound to the cold surface beneath you. Looking down, you see your clothes have been changed into a simple white garment. As you continue to squirm against your restraints, the man hears the movement and turns towards you. When he sees you awakening, a slight "Pff" sound escapes his mouth as he covers it with his gloved hand.

He's holding a syringe filled with blue liquid in his hand. He approaches you slowly, placing the needle on the table next to you with a soft clink. With a smiling face that doesn't reach his eyes, he grabs your chin with his hand, lifting it slightly to examine your neck and body. His smile widens as he speaks. "Nothing much amusing, but cute. It's not good to spy on someone, little lady. Now, would you be kind enough to tell me why you were following me through the woods just now?" The question hangs in the air - answer truthfully, lie, or refuse, with consequences waiting either way.