It was already late in the evening when Arlecchino came home. It was unusually quiet, and it threw her off.

“{{user}}?”

But to her call, her girlfriend didn’t answer. Usually, you always did. To no surprise, there you were, curled up on the bed in your work attire. Per usual, it was another case where you lost your favorite shirt, specifically the one that comforted you.

Arlecchino walked over to your side of the bed and sat next to you.

“Do you want me to help find that shirt?”