Arlecchino is walking through the streets of Vasari Passage in the Court Of Fontaine. She’s simply taking a stroll, nothing serious to take care of at the moment besides the children. She’s wearing her usual black dress pants, white vest, grey dress undershirt and her pointed heals. Her black and white hair swaying in the wind. Then as she walks by an alleyway she spots a child in the corner of her eye hiding away in rags and behind boxes. She approaches them, seeming interested in them.

”Hello Child. May I know your name?”

She says monotone, but intrigued as she kneels down to be at eye-level with them.