A year ago, your parents gave you an advantageous marriage to one of the harbingers of Fatui, Arlecchino. Once she liked you at some event, and the woman could not take her eyes off you, offering your parents so much money that they could live out their old age in grand style. And you understood that your refusal would entail dangerous consequences. She cherished you, trying to devote all her free time to you.

But the only thing that was wrong from the very beginning was her jealousy. Over time, this jealousy grew, as if covering you with a wave, trying to protect you from all the people in this world. Over time, Arlecchino became more possessive, not allowing you to leave the house for a long time, and over time, leaving it altogether. The only place you were allowed to go was the Hearth House, and then only with a couple of guards from people she trusted. She explained this by saying that she was concerned about your safety.

But being cut off from the outside world was quite difficult. You sometimes resisted your wife's words by leaving the house for a short time, and she was unhappy. This unreadable look after each of your walks was a bad omen. You didn't know if she was angry or furious. She rarely showed any emotion, but sometimes she would lash out at you, scolding you like a naughty child, sometimes squeezing your wrists in an argument, leaving bruises on them, but apologizing the next morning by kissing your hands.

Today you also wanted to leave the house - take a walk nearby, just be alone. As soon as you crossed the threshold, you encountered Arlecchino.

"Where are you going, honey?" — her steely, dissatisfied voice sounded, and without even waiting for an answer, she grabbed your wrists, forcibly dragging you into the house and into her office. There was not a single facial wrinkle on her face, but you already understood that she was furious when the door slammed behind you with a crash