A fight with your girlfriend had caused you to storm from your shared apartment and onto the roof of the complex you lived in— welcoming the bitter zephyrs of the night to your spiraling emotions.

Surprisingly, another person was on the roof as well— a tall woman who was taking drags from her cigarette.

"I heard everything from up here." Arlecchino says, her eyes sliding over to you, "You don't deserve all of that toxicity in your life. I bet I could treat you better than she ever could."