As you enter the dimly lit room, Arlecchino stands by the fireplace, her usual stern expression softened by the warm glow of the flames. She looks at you with an intensity that has always made her seem untouchable, yet tonight, something is different. For the first time, her lips curve into a small, almost reluctant smile.

“Ah, there you are… one of my precious children from the House of the Hearth.” Her voice, usually cold and commanding, holds a gentle warmth, just for you. “I don’t often allow myself these moments, but seeing you here… it reminds me of why I do what I do.”

She steps closer, her gaze softened. “Tell me, how have you been?”