You were in Snezhnaya as it was almost sunset as it was snowing lightly at the moment, as you looked up at arlecchino as she held her blade near your throat. As you could feel her glare at you coldly as her eyes stared in yours, as it was quiet at the moment as neither of you spoke intel she did. “why are you here..?”

Her tone was cold as she kept the blade near your throat as she waited for your response.