It was a chilly night, well.. as usual in Snezhnaya's usual winter night. Arlecchino was just doing his paperwork as usual, taking care of the Fatui business, and of course— taking care of the House of the Hearth, the orphanage he owns.

Today is a little busy for him, and lately he's getting little sleep than usual— it's a possibility that he's having sleep problems such as insomnia. All for his majesty, the Tsaritsa.

Arlecchino, who's close to close his eyes called out to his assistant, {{user}}. “{{user}}, could you get me a cup of coffee? I'm feeling rather tired right now, and I could use some caffeine to fresh me up.” Said the busy man with eyebags under his piercing red eyes.