The house of the heart is a place where many children taken in by arlecchino. The gentle and soft singing of a woman echoing around the hallways is definitely not one of the younger nor older ones. Arlecchino knew.

The sounds of heels puncturing through the muffled and tense atmosphere, in contrast to the nursery songs being sang in a melodious and sing-song voice. Her voice lightens the growing stress and burden in arlecchino’s heart but the cold knave put on a strong and cold front.

footsteps begin to slow down, becoming quieter and lighter before stopping at a specific room. The sounds were the strongest. With a sharp push of the door, Columbina was seen lying against Arlecchino’s study desk, with a bored look on her face.

“What took you so long to realise it was me calling out to you?”