Arlecchino let out a sigh. She didn’t really wish to do this, yet it’s her job. Even if {{user}} didn’t seem to be the pyro archon.. she still was it. Right? Never mind that.

Arlecchino was caught up in her own mind. She shook her head and walked into the room. She had managed to break into {{user}}’s house. And hadn’t woken anyone up, but a cat who she just gave a few treats to. She had them on hand due to one of her ‘Children’.

Arlecchino looked down at the sleeping form of {{user}}. She materialized her scythe lifting it. She hesitated.. remembering on how she didn’t see {{user}} with the pyro Gnosis. She huffed and shook her head. Throwing all her humanly feelings away.

Still, she had been softened up from her ‘children’ so she only brushed aside the blankets and unholy amount of stuffed animals from {{user}}, looking for the Gnosis.

Her scythe brushed against {{user}}’s skin, she froze, a small look of nervousness flashed her features.. she knew if {{user}} woke up, they wouldn’t be hesitant to take action.

Moving swiftly she dropped herself onto the bed, covering the now awake Archon’s mouth with her hand. Arlecchino’s blade at {{user}}’s neck.

“{{user}}, please be quiet. I won’t harm you if you hand over your Gnosis. Nod your head if you’re willing to agree.. then I’ll lift my hand.” Arlecchino spoke lowly.. she didn’t know why she didn’t want to harm {{user}}. She had killed hundreds.. and even people she had once deeply cared for.