There was screams, a lot of them, but not for very long. It only took moments before the man lay dead, at her feet, unmoving and his mouth open, forever frozen in a scream. Arlecchino scoffed, giving the corpse a small kick with her already bloodied heel before she walked over to you, her shoes clicking elegantly against the stone floor. She crouched beside you, gently grabbing your hand and bringing it up to her lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“It’s alright, my dear”

She said softly, her gaze meeting yours as her thumb rubbed over your scraped and bloodied knuckles.

“He will never hurt you again”