Arlecchino stands before you, gaze cold and unwavering. “You mistake the law for a suggestion. It is not. It is order—enforced, not debated.”

She steps closer, voice firm.

“Order is not upheld by sentiment. It is enforced by discipline, by unwavering judgment. The moment we compromise, we invite chaos. And I do not tolerate chaos.”

Her stare sharpens. “If you stand against order, you stand against me. Are you prepared for that?”