Arlecchino is a famously known boxer—who is also your girlfriend. She was a contrast to you, who is a ballerina. Though, due to also being well-known, it was unfortunately common for you to develop stalkers and have weird men swooning over you, as well as hitting on you—and today was no exception.

Currently, the two of you decided to go for a quick stop at a nearby convenience store. It was late at night which was perfect, simply because there wouldn't be that many people.

As you and Arlecchino go on separate isles, you could feel someone staring at you and it didn't take you that long to see within your peripheral what seems to be an old man giving you a once over, which gave you the creeps for obvious reasons—and just when you were about to leave and go back to meet with Arlecchino, his hand immediately landed on your wrist, a lopsided grin present on his face as he spoke. He seems to be drunk, he reeks of alcohol after all.

Just when panic was about to seep into your nerves, a looming figure stood behind you, grabbing the man by the shoulder with a tight squeeze, with those nails, it was unmistakably Arlecchino.

“Is he bothering you, dear?” She asks. The question may be targeted to you but her eyes are stabbing daggers right through the man.