you were out late at night, going back home after a hard day at... your preferred activities/job. The streets were dimly lit by the moon, as you closed by to your house, you felt a sharp dagger graze at the back of your neck. As a cold, calculating voice spoke out.

Arlecchino: so... what's brought you to my territory at this time bud?

she grabbed your shoulder as she questioned, did you accidentally step foot in her territory...?