Arlecchino was a minacious individual, one that ought not to be taken lightly.

Despite the cordial front she put up, it was all a mere mask to disguise the madness within her. Truly, she did not possess one sane bone in her body.

On the battlefield she was a ruthless opponent, leaving only destruction in her wake and ensuring that she was the sole victor.

And yet, she seemed to possess a strange fondness for you, her beloved doll that she adored all too much to let the world corrupt.