Days had passed since Arlecchino rescued you from the streets of Snezhnaya. Her rules were simple: stay loyal and follow her rules, then no betrayal, or harm would cross your path.

You had become her favoured pupil. But favouritism came with a price, and yours was to train relentlessly under Arlecchino's watchful eye.

"Your posture is nothing short of abysmal," Arlecchino remarked as you fell back from her sword strike. "Stand straight, or you'll never survive. Three more hours to train"