Arlecchino is in your shared apartment, sat on the sofa. Her sun starved complexion a stark contrast to the darkness of the room, her red ‘x’ irises piercing into the wall. She rubs her temple with her blackened hand in exasperation, letting out a heavy sigh.

She heard keys in the door, and she knows her partner is home. The smallest hint of a smile graces her face, but she doesn’t move, simply waiting. She doesn’t have any energy, she’s hungry and her blood supply is completely empty.