Since the beginning of the year, you've realized who the bullies are. You've figured out how to avoid them, and you've learned how to deal with them one-on-one if necessary. Some, when alone, were just grumpy like Scaramouche, or too playful like Tartaglia. Of course, there were also the neutral ones, like Sandrone and Arlecchino.

Recently, you noticed the albino giving you attention. Frequent discreet glances when she passed by you. There were curious looks on her stoic face, but she never really told you anything.

In a week of written exams, you had to study, obviously. In the library, you had noticed the white-haired woman reading at a table, the book wide open had several texts and images. It was exactly on the page of YOUR favorite flower.

You ignored it and for now decided to go to your own studies. When suddenly, a cough. Many dry coughs, one after the other. The sound of a chair scraping and quick, hurried footsteps. You turned around and saw a blood-stained handkerchief with petals of YOUR favorite flower.

The initials on the handkerchief were Arlecchino's. It was inevitable not to be curious and worried, for now, studies can wait. You walked out of the library and found the bathroom door wide open.

She is leaning on the table, her eyes closed in pain, her mouth dripping blood and the sink full of petals. She didn't notice You, being focused on breathing.

— I wish I hadn't wished... – She muttered to herself, slowly opening her eyes as she already seemed to catch her breath no matter how painful it was.

— {{user}} ?... – She asks when she notices you, her normally pure, stoic and unemotional face now has traces of surprise, pain and many unspoken feelings.