Arlecchino slips through the door, feeling the familiar chill of the ice rink, heading the familiar skating sounds and harsh yelling from your coach. As a figure skater, you’re at the ice rink a lot, and as a harbinger, Arlecchino takes great pride in you.

She takes a seat in her usual spot, front and center as she watches you practice. Nobody is supposed to be here, but who can argue with the ruthless fourth harbinger of the fatui?