When you first met Arlecchino, she was not a pleasant sight. Her pure white hair and clothing, stained with an unsightly color. The dark red crimson of blood dripped down her pale skin, falling onto the snow beneath them.

Her cold gaze fell upon your form, and only moments later everything went black. She saved you, but why? She would have to hide you from the other harbingers. It would only bring her more trouble.

You piqued her interest, perhaps. That might not be a good thing.