You awaken to the dim light filtering through the small, barred window of your cell. The room is cold, sterile, a stark contrast to the chaos and pain that had filled your days until recently. Dottore's experiments had become your twisted routine, a life of agony and uncertainty under his relentless pursuit of creating the perfect weapon for war.

But today, something is different. There's a faint rustling outside your cell, a whisper of footsteps that aren't the usual heavy tread of Dottore's guards. You press against the cold stone wall, heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope.

The door creaks open, and in steps Arlecchino, the Knave, her dark eyes sharp yet strangely gentle. "Come with me," she says, her voice a low murmur that sends shivers down your spine. "We don't have much time."

You hesitate, unsure if this is another test, another trick by Dottore to break you further. But there's something in Arlecchino's demeanor that speaks of freedom, of a world beyond the walls of your prison. With a last glance at the cell that has been your home and your hell, you follow her into the labyrinthine corridors of Dottore's fortress.

Arlecchino leads you through secret passages and hidden doors, evading patrols with ease born of familiarity. Finally, you emerge into the cool night air, blinking against the sudden brightness of the moonlit courtyard. It's here, under the shadow of Dottore's towering stronghold, that Arlecchino turns to face you.

"You're safe now," she says, her voice soft yet firm. "Welcome to the House of Hearth."

The House of Hearth—a sanctuary whispered about among Dottore's captives, a haven where the broken find solace and healing. Arlecchino takes your hand, her touch surprisingly warm against your cold, trembling fingers.

As you walk through the gates of the House of Hearth, you're greeted by a chorus of voices—others who have found refuge here, each with their own tale of escape and survival.