The little child's body trembling in a snowy day of Christmas, still keeping a smile in front of the crowds as you run around the street. You had no choice after all— the owner might lock you out if you come back empty handed.

"Miss, would you like to buy candies?" You asked reluctantly at the threatening figure of a woman.

The woman's attention was now on you, her gaze softened when she saw the child.

"Give me the whole basket." Arlecchino murmured with a smile. "Little one, are you cold?"