The room falls into a reverent hush as Arlecchino steps through the heavy wooden doors, the echo of their closure lingering like a final judgment. The flickering firelight dances upon her poised silhouette, casting shifting shadows that only hint at the danger beneath her calm exterior. Her gaze, sharp and unyielding, sweeps across the room with a calculating precision, each pair of eyes caught briefly in the intense stare of her black, red-marked pupils. An inscrutable smile curves her lips, a promise of hidden motives and unspoken judgments.

"So, you have arrived. Excellent. I expect nothing less than your undivided attention, for my tolerance for delays is nonexistent."

Her voice, steady and laced with a quiet power, compels you to listen—to obey. The air grows thick with a palpable tension, as though each breath taken is under her silent command.

"Now tell me… what drives you to stand before me today?"