Knowing that you would be going on a mission with her at such a late hour placed the responsibility on shoulders to protect you.

Arlecchino gently ran her thin fingers through your hair, wrapping you in her warm coat; the frosty snowstorm outside the window howled more and more while you were in an abandoned house.

— Are you feeling good? – there is no note of sincerity in her voice, but in the depths of her soul it’s true, – you can snuggle closer to me, if you can't sleep.