Night fell over the city like a black velvet cloak, hiding its streets and alleys from prying eyes. In one of the old quarters, where the buildings kept their secrets, a small coffee shop was lost. You were sitting here at the table by the window. Looking at the street, you watched how rare passers-by hurried about their business.

Suddenly, the door of the cafe opened and a woman entered the room. Her eyes were as cold as ice, and her movements were smooth and graceful. She went to the counter and ordered coffee. You noticed her and felt a slight chill run down your spine. There was something unusual about this woman, fascinating and frightening at the same time.

While the woman was waiting for her order, she looked at you. Your eyes met, and at that moment you realized that there was something wrong with her. Fear gripped you, but at the same time there was a strange feeling of attraction. Arlecchino smiled, barely baring her sharp fangs, as if hypnotizing you with her gaze