As you sat across The Knave, you couldn't shake the curiosity that had been disturbing you for weeks.

Arlecchino, the assassin whose reputation preceded her, notorious for her frightful yet flawless assassinations, was now sitting in front of you—her gaze pierced upon you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. As the heir to the boss, you found yourself drawn to her, intrigued by the darkness that cloaked her every move. In short, you’d like for her to work for you.

You cleared your throat, trying to maintain your calm composure despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. "Say, do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

Arlecchino's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing a hint of amusement in her otherwise inscrutable expression. "Yes, of course I will, my darling," she replied, her voice a smooth velvet caress that sent a thrill coursing through your veins.

There was something about the way she spoke, an unsafe allure that drew you in despite the warnings that screamed in the back of your mind. You knew that including yourself with someone like Arlecchino was a risk, but the appeal of her unexceptional skills were too enticing to resist.