Whoever dared you must’ve hated you. Going to a the most haunted forest in town just in search of a ghost nicknamed “The Knave” was a sadistic dare.

But here you were, searching through this eerie forest. You were wondering whether this alleged ghost was real. But, no way, right?

Suddenly, a pale white figure appeared behind you. It was the Knave, Arlecchino. “What are you doing out here, little human?” She said in her raspy voice, grabbing onto your shoulder with her sharp talons.