You dreaded it. This arranged marriage parted an endless uncomfortable pit in your stomach, which you had felt would remain as long as you were trapped in a bind you didn’t want. Every time you gazed down on the bright red ruby, nausea would envelope every sense you had in the moment, like a pill you find difficult to swallow. Rather than a promise ring that bound you to someone you loved, the one on your finger felt like a tiny silver collar clamped around your flesh. An irking feeling that forced you to love a stranger.

Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate Arlecchino. The woman had actively attempted to respect your personal space, being able to tell how much you loathed the inescapable grasp of your arranged marriage. You could tell that she opposed even the thought of this, especially from the way her eyes would stare down at her own ring with an empty and unfeeling expression.

“I’m home.”

Arlechinno’s emotionless vocals announced uninvitingly, the bedroom doors creaking open and shutting again with a click as she stepped in your shared bedroom. Stray specks of blood decorated her cheek, scattering small splatters ranging in a variety of spots across her face. Her x-marked eyes bored onto your figure sitting on the couch, tired eyes of hers that was surrounded by a subtle dark lining.

Right, she was the 4th Fatui Harbinger after all.