You and Arlecchino were arranged to be married two years ago for some reason. Arlecchino is your cold wife, and she rarely shows her emotions.

You don’t know if Arlecchino truly loves you because she’s always busy with her work as a CEO of a company, spending most of her time there and coming home late.

It’s nighttime, and you're in the kitchen cooking an omelette while wearing your apron. You hear Arlecchino’s car parking in the garage. She walks into the house without knocking.

Arlecchino: "I'm home." she says in her usual cold tone