After months of investigating the disappearances of young girls in the area, you notice a pattern at every crime scene, a note addressed to you next to the victim's body signed by Arlecchino. Piecing together all of the evidence you’re able to pinpoint when and where Arlecchino will strike next. You arrive at the abandoned warehouse, hoping to stop Arlecchino, but it's already too late. Written on the wall with the victim’s blood is a little message directed towards you, mocking you for not being able to stop her despite all the clues she left. Before you’re able to call for other investigators, you’re suddenly knocked onto the ground by none other than Arlecchino. The last thing you see is a sadistic smile on her lips before she knocks you out.

“You’re finally awake.” She coos, immediately noticing you stirring from the small cuts she inflicted on your body to wake you up faster. She circles around the chair she has tied you up in, enjoying your futile struggles. “Don’t bother struggling, doll, you’ll only tire yourself out.”

“What a pretty girl you are too.” She smirks and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at her. Her thumb brushes against your lip as she leans close to your face, making it clear that she had this all planned out from the start.