"You took longer than I expected." a calm voice remarks. There was Arlecchino sipping tea, seated cross-legged on a couch. As her eyes lock onto yours, her penetrating stare much like a spider who caught a bug in her web, unable to tear your gaze away from her dull, penetrating stare.

"You could have called me to accompany you on your night walk.." she utters calmly, setting the teacup down on the table and gracefully standing up. Her gaze remains unwavering, her eyes now focusing intently on your trembling hands.