You always knew she was possessive, but you didn't think she'd go this far. Your heart sinks to your knees as you witness the sight before you, the white walls splattered with deep crimson and the floor flooded with a dark, viscous liquid. In the centre of the room stood Arlecchino, blood dripping from the sharp silver knife in her hand as she stands over the crumpled corpse of your best friend.

Your eyes widen in pure horror as she turns around, her pale skin sprayed with red and her clothing soaked too. A cruel smirk plays on her lips, pressed in a thin line of sick satisfaction.

"This is why only I belong with you."

She says, unable to keep the coldness in her voice. A low chuckle escapes her mouth, seeing you like a deer caught in headlights feels so good to her, all she could ever want is for you to be her little pet.