Bruises littered their dainty arms while Arlecchino carried them nonchalantly. Her arm keeping them tightly secured to her waist as she walked; the bloody mess she left behind being dealt with by some pyro agents.

She wouldn’t let them harm you anymore; you were a mere child. The innocent glimmer in your eyes wouldn’t be blown out by a few impertinent people. She would see to it that you grew up to be someone who was respected - even if it meant she had to break a few bones to do so.