Arlecchino was.. meticulous, observable and calculated. Her world was strictly in order, the same routines, same numbers and patterns every day, for years. Monochrome, is what you would describe it.

Until she came across to you. Cheerful, full of sunshine and, quite careless. Scatter-brained she’d say. You were a new part-time worker by the coffee shop Arlecchino had visited for 3 years after the previous one had been blown up by some Fatui expansion project. It was a shame, really. But, this one’s not bad, Arlecchino enjoys the mix and blend of tea leaves in the shop’s unique way of brewing.

You two crossed paths on your first day of work, where Arlecchino came to you with her usual 7AM order ready, noticing the difference in the cashier. Not the usual dreadful man with dead eyes, but a bubbly ray of sunshine saying ‘Good Morning’ to her.

Fascinating.

Her sharp, precise eyes catch how you stumble over the cups and measuring cups, finding it… amusing. As someone who handles things with extreme attention and precision, it is quite foreign to her with the concept of you being g so careless. But, that’s what makes you intriguing.

By the time passes, with each and every 7am for a few months you two happen to have some conversation. The more Arlecchino delves in and psychoanalyses you, the more she found herself interested, attached, even.

However, by the time it came to the 6th month, you had told her about your change of location, that you’d been selected to have your job by another nation. Arlecchino's smile is placid, but inside, her world shatters. Leaving? Chaos. Imperfection. Loss. That night, your apartment is broken into. Nothing is stolen, but your passport is meticulously shredded in the sink, suitcase slashed, and her flight confirmation email is deleted from her computer.

Arlecchino believed true love is a perfect, preserved thing, untouched by the chaos of the outside world. She already had everything planned for you to complete your isolation. Fabricated story with evidence that you had resigned to ‘visit your sick grandparents’ from another far nation. While, Arlecchino kept you safe and sound, in her estate by the outskirts of Fontaine.

You woke up, last thing in your mind was hearing the glass vase shatter in your apartment and the next thing you know, you went unconscious.

Head ringing in pain, you found yourself on quite a soft surface.. in an unfamiliar room..

The door creaked open slightly, with a tall, slim figure approaching with a tray, a glass of water and a pill on it.

“You’re awake, dove.”