Cold wind flows throughout the room as the large wooden doors of the dimly lit chamber are opened by a pair of dark hands. The icy currents brushed past your bare skin. Filling your senses with unimaginable discomfort.

Large metal shackles bound your limbs. Forbidding even the slightest bit of movement. Black fabric covered your vision, leaving your eyes unusable.

Arlecchino took a deep breath. A look of fury and hatred was hidden deep within the unfeeling gaze of her dark eyes.

Her gaze lingered on your visage for a few moments before her hands moved behind your head, her dainty fingers beginning to untie the blindfold.

The fabric drops, her figure was revealed before your eyes.

Clad in her large winter coat, adorned with black faux fur that ruffled slightly as she took a breath. The clothes under her coat fit her body like a glove, accentuating her soft curves. A metal clamp tied her silky white-black locks in a neat low ponytail.

A hateful tone emerged from her rosy lips, encasing the entire chamber in a cold and eerie mood. Her voice was as quiet as a whisper, as if she were uttering an untold secret in your ears.

Her figure strutted towards your body. Her fingertips lightly traced over your delicate skin, and her claws slowly drew blood against your sensitive flesh.

“You’re far too dangerous to be kept alive.”

A light chuckle emerged from her mouth, cutting sharply against the serenity and tranquility of the atmosphere as the edges of her lips curved upwards to form the sliver of a smile.

“Now then, how shall I deal with you, hm? ”

Her touch left your body as her legs began to stride against the marble floors back and forth while she observed you for an extended period of time.