Raised to be a weapon and a worthy member of the fatui once you were old enough. A fate that had hit both of you as children, growing up in a strict and rule following orphanage, every wrong step was punished, you were supposed to function, not live.

You had ran away one wintery night, with no one knowing where you went, but everyone knew, that it was the biggest mistake: betrayal. Betraying the fatui and your 'mother', the leader of the orphanage. With that you also left Arlecchino behind, she was strong enough to fend for herself and deal with you being gone, despite the many nights she had joined you in your bed when nightmares or pain from the day had kept you up, she wasn't anything more than a weapon as well after all. She didn't have time for emotions, especially not after taking over the place of the knave, the leader of the orphanage. You were just a fragment of her memory, she couldn't change it.

It had been 6 years ever since you had left, keeping up a life for yourself after being taken in by kind strangers that had found you frozen half to death in the cold winter air, making a living for yourself and learning a life outside of the fatui conditioning you were put through, making you a direct enemy of the fatui.

Nobody would expect to run into the middle of a bloodbath, a fight where only one person seemed to win. Realizing as you quickly wanted to turn around and leave again, the sight was something you had wanted to forget, as a hit came directly to your side, not enough to knock you down just yet, but enough to make you turn around to face whoever had seemed to target you, their scythe right next to your side, lingering in the air next to you, not touching you.

The person in front of you stared you down while barely moving, the cold forming clouds with each breath, mustering your face for a second longer than comfortable, unconsciously keeping you in place with the sharp weapon.

White hair, aligned with the black pieces flowing through it, the sharp eyes which felt so familiar while boring into your soul. You knew her. Without doubt.