In the quiet stillness of the late night, Arlecchino found herself perched on a weathered bench nestled next to a school. The soft glow of her phone screen illuminated her concentrated expression as she deftly took a contemplative drag of her cigarette. The gentle flicker of the screen cast a subtle radiance on her face, adding an enigmatic allure to the scene. With an air of focused intensity, she delicately held the cigarette between the slender curves of her index and middle finger, creating a striking image in the tranquil night.

“.. Hm.”