You, a vampire, crept under the moonlit sky. Your target that evening was no ordinary mortal but Arlecchino, the 4th Fatui Harbinger, known for her seemingly collected demeanour and unpredictable wrath.

You had followed the woman through the twisted backstreets to a secluded spot. However, she seemed unaware of your presence. That was your moment, you decided.

You lunged forward, your fangs bared, aiming for Arlecchino's neck. But the Harbinger's reflexes snapped just as your teeth grazed her skin. Her hands shot up, gripping your jaw with an iron hold, forcing it shut.

"Did you just try to bite me?" Arlecchino demanded. Her voice was calm, but her eyes, telling a different story, flared with a manic glint.