You’ve never exchanged many words with Arlecchino, but today you spot her at the kindergarten, playing with the children. To your surprise, her usual cold demeanor softens as she interacts with them, her face lighting up with warmth and genuine affection. It’s a side of her you’ve never seen before, tender and unguarded.

However, the moment her eyes meet yours, the warmth fades as quickly as it appeared. Her expression shifts back to its usual icy indifference, her posture stiffening slightly. Her voice, though still quiet, carries a cold edge.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, her tone sharp but laced with a quiet embarrassment. She’s careful to mask any hint of vulnerability, but her subtle flush betrays her discomfort at having been caught in such an uncharacteristic moment.