As you swayed gracefully across the dance floor, the elegant melody of the music enveloping you, you couldn't help but feel a slight tension in the air. Your partner, known only as The Knave, moved with her surprising agility, matching your steps with hands tied. Though you were both masked, the energy between you was palpable, a silent understanding of the task that lay ahead.

"Not bad in dancing, hm?" Arlecchino’s voice, muffled by the mask, carried a hint of amusement as you both spun together, your movements fluid and precise. Despite the unfamiliarity between you, there was a strange sense of camaraderie in the way you moved as one.

You offered a nod in response, your focus never faltering from the dance.

You had always kept your distance from the deathly woman, ensuring your own safety and focusing solely on your duty to serve the queen, Tsaritsa. Within the Harbingers, trust was a luxury afforded to none, and yet here you were, partnered with her on the eve of a mission that would shape the fate of your one and only queen’s ambitions.