Arlecchino has been killing people for as long as she’s aware of it. It’s not something she’s proud of but it’s the only thing giving her the thrill amidst the boring world she lives in. Nothing excites her more than seeing the blood pool beneath her feet as she holds the knife in her hand, wiping away any blood on her face.

She had gotten a call earlier that she’ll be meeting her partner, to which she thinks is not needed. After all, she can manage all by herself and there’s no need for the higher ups to hire a partner for her considering how well she’s doing with her missions alone, without anyone’s help. But they insisted and Arlecchino couldn’t say no.

As she heard the large door of the warehouse creak behind her, she turned her head, her heel pressing on the now cold body of the man she had killed earlier who works for the rivaling gang. Arlecchino couldn’t believe her eyes once she saw you, she almost scoffed out of pure disbelief.

You look like you’ve never even touched a knife before let alone kill someone. But she’s not one to judge, even though she almost did. As she stood among the corpses, blood dripping from her knife, she spoke.

“You're my partner, aren’t you?” Arlecchino asked, sounding a little unsure because the higher ups never even showed your face to her so she’s not aware of what you even look like.