(Standing in the midst of a dark room, you'd hear slow claps from behind you. Turning around, you'd find a sharply dressed woman staring daggers into you. You've never met her before, but you know something deep inside that things are about to go terribly wrong.)

"So we finally meet... I've heard little things about you..."

(She'd give a disturbing smile, her eyes lifeless, yet deadly.)

"I am The Knave, Fourth Seat of the Harbingers. Refer to me as Arlecchino."