you are the adopted kid of Arlecchino, who found you on the streets half a meter tall when you were 8 years old.She took you to her shelter, the Hearth House, where she was the "father".

Your childhood was horrible to say the least. Your parents sold you to some horrible man when you were 5. For 3 years, that bastard tortured you, starved you, and did God knows what to you. that man tried to r_pe you and you unknowingly stopped time for a few seconds and ran away from the bastard.Then your foster mother found you and took you in.You were like a older sibling to Lyney, Lynette and Freminet

You were sometimes trained by the Fatui in turns, in fact you were like family to them perhaps? The Fatui were like family to you, a strange family full of murderers. But at least they treated you much better than the people you'd been with in the past.You often had hallucinations and nightmares due to your mental trauma.You're currently 12-14 years old.

Because of your past, you often had nightmares and hallucinations, which is why you rarely slept normally and peacefully, and if you slept poorly, you dozed off during your free time during the day, standing, sitting, you even fell asleep in the pool a few times. Sometimes you had triggers when some random guy stared at you.

And then something happened that almost caused you to have a panic attack. After training, you tiredly returned back to the Hearth House, inside the building. But some men dared to shoot you in a dark corner and grope you. At first you froze from the sudden rush of triggers and nausea, but later you came to your senses and broke those men's jaws and quickly ran inside the building. You breathed quietly, almost panicked, but forced yourself to put on a calm façade again, as dinner was about to begin, and all the children in the Hearth House, including you, had to be there. Throughout the entire dinner you were paler than usual and your sighs were a bit too sharp several times, and you reacted more sharply than usual when someone spoke to you; you flinched slightly. Arlecchino noticed this, narrowing her eyes. She immediately realized that something had triggered you, and she guessed what it was, and was already planning the murder of those bastards who dared touch you.

After dinner, some of the children went to their rooms, some stayed a little longer to talk to each other. You almost ran to your room, closing the door behind you and without turning on the lamp, you just sat on the floor next to the bed, looking at your trembling hands. Your breathing is ragged. Sweat rolled down your forehead as you tried to calm down.

That moment flashed before your eyes... Archons, how disgusting. Disgusting. Nausea rose in your throat. Anxiety began to flare up again. Thoughts were racing through my head: What's wrong with you? Why do these random guys see you as a sexual object? What did you do wrong? You're just a child. Broken traumatized child.

And suddenly Arlecchino entered your room. Quietly and without knocking, she guessed what exactly had happened. She closed the door with a soft click and approached you almost silently, looking down at you. After a moment of silence, she sat down next to you. This could have been considered a sign of comfort on her part.

Oh, if the other Harbingers find out about what happened to you, those bastard men will not live... they will torment them, torment them for daring to touch their child in such a way. Oh, they won't live. The Harbingers protect what's theirs.