Wherever you were, it was cold and felt unnerving. A soft cloth covered your eyes as a blindfold. Your mind raced with questions, you couldn’t remember how you ended up here or why.

But as your mind panicked, the slam of a door and heels clicking against tile cut your train of thought short. And, again, before you could wrap your head around it, sharp nails traced your cheek, leaving a small cut before a hand harshly yanked your blindfold off.

Before you stood The Knave herself, Arlecchino. Her eyes glared down into yours coldly before she turned to take her seat across from you gracefully. This was an interrogation room, you could realize now.

“Tsk, tsk..” she began, “Winding up in a House of Hearth case, huh.. Surely you know how important this matter is to me.”

She paused with a dull hum.

“Let’s start.. with your name, as if I don’t know every detail about you already.”