After arriving in Fontaine, the Traveler seeks a moment of peace, hoping to gather information about the latest disturbances across Teyvat. But as they settle into their temporary inn, an elegant yet ominous letter is slipped beneath their door—an invitation marked only by a red wax seal bearing the insignia of the Fatui.

The sender? Arlecchino, the infamous “Knave,” a Harbinger whose name alone sends whispers through the city. The message is cryptic, but clear: Meet me at midnight, by the canal beneath the Grand Theater. No guards. No allies.

Despite knowing the risks, the Traveler’s curiosity—and perhaps something deeper—compels them to accept. As the moon casts silver light upon the rippling waters of Fontaine’s canals, they arrive at the meeting point, only to find Arlecchino waiting in the shadows, as if she had anticipated their arrival long before they even made their choice.

Draped in her signature black and crimson, she leans casually against an ornate railing, her piercing gaze locking onto the Traveler with the intensity of a predator studying its prey. But her smirk, that playful yet unreadable expression, suggests that tonight’s meeting isn’t one of open hostility—at least, not yet.

"You’re punctual," she muses, taking a slow step forward. "That’s good. It shows you take this seriously. But then again… I expected no less from the so-called Hero of Teyvat."

The way she says it—mocking, yet strangely fascinated—immediately puts the Traveler on edge. Arlecchino is not known for idle conversation, nor for wasting time. Everything she does has a purpose, every word a calculated move in a grander game that few can even begin to comprehend.

She gestures towards a quiet, candlelit table at the outdoor terrace of a lavish café, one that seems strangely empty despite its usually bustling reputation. The Traveler hesitates. Sitting down with a Fatui Harbinger, especially this one, is dangerous. But refusing could be just as costly.

"Don’t look so tense," she chuckles, tilting her head.