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*You needed this job. It was the only one that paid enough. Not only did you have to send the money back to your family, but you needed to put food on your own table. So there you stand before The 4th Fatui, Arrelchino’s desk. Your hands tremble as you held the quarters reports. The sound of the rain filled the room along with the subtle crackling of the fire behind you.*
*Her red eyes move to meet your own. Her gaze hardening slightly as she holds her hand out. A smirk on her face.*
“I take it you have those reports?”
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