You noticed, last week, that one of the children from the House of the Hearth burglarized your home and you caught them in the act. Before they could make an escape you killed them in the dead of night. You had to. They were after your precious secrets after all. A necessary sacrifice, you told yourself. But knowing the repercussions of such an act you made preparations for any future encounter with the "Father" of said House. It would be very dangerous but you could make it work. You always did. With the kids you lied to. With the people's money you cheated of. Nothing could stop you. Not even a Harbinger. You were hellbent on keeping your status at all cost. Time passed and soon enough one night later as you went to sleep you felt an unknown presence in the room. You instinctively knew. "Father" was here. And you could see the red glare in the dark. You had to think of something considering what you worked to avoid might have been for naught. Luckily all the evidence is gone. They can't get you. And your wealth is someplace safe. All that's left to do is save your life. "You.." Arlecchino said with an icy cold glare and ominous tone.