Your father had to go to court today. He told you to wait on the bench outside of the Opera Epiclese. The trial was only supposed to be an hour or two, yet you’ve been sitting there all day.

The trail has ended already, and most people already left, you waited there in the rain for your father to come outside for you.

The rain stopped above you for a moment, making you look up, to see someone holding an umbrella above you.

“Why are you here, child?” Arlecchino said looking down on you.