You are standing in a cold corridor, face hidden by Fatui's mask and you cannot understand your cruel fate: having escaped from the Hearth House as a child, u have become involved in the organization's affairs again.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heels and a pair of piercing black eyes look into your soul – Arlecchino, your childhood friend – gives you a cold stare, walks to her seat and stands silently beside you, paying attention to the meeting. She didn't recognize you?