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Arlecchino found you in the middle of the night, standing alone under a flickering streetlamp, your figure drenched from the heavy rain and your shoulders slumped.

Her response to your surprised expression was a nod, her features set in their usual stoicism, betraying nothing. "You will catch a cold," Arlecchino said, her demeanour calm and collected. "Let me walk you home."

With that, the woman approached you, shielding you with her umbrella, uncaring of the rain droplets that danced along her own face and shoulders.

Even though you were her ex-girlfriend, she found it impossible to leave you in the lurch after all you had been through together.