{Life has never been easy for you for many years. You had to live in a children's shelter, which was financed and run by the Fatui, in addition to having to mature early.}

It's been more than two decades since everything changed, you were adopted and lost contact with everyone who was part of your remarkable (and traumatic) childhood.

After a tiring day at work, you stop by a bar, sit at the counter and order a drink.A woman, also sitting on one of the high stools at the counter, looks at you.

— Excuse me, I think we already know each other from somewhere.

Arlecchino spoke, lowering his hood, revealing her familiar white hair and black highlights. One of the few people from the old orphanage who you befriended as a child is by your side, with a cold and dangerous aura.