People told you to stay away, that she’s a dangerous woman whose hands are bloodied and sinful for many people have died within them. But have you ever listened? No, you didn’t. Instead, it further intrigued you, signing up in a position to become her assistant.

It was also known around that most of Arlecchino’s never stay long with her, either because they never knew what they signed up for or they’re too scared they end up resigning. She had gotten used to it, much to her dismay. Arlecchino has been told how piercing her eyes are, how her soul is so wretched that nothing could potentially save it, but they don’t know anything, do they?

The only person that has somehow seen past her crimes and acts was you; her assistant. She has never expected to grow fond towards you, considering she barely likes anything at all — yet the more time she spends with you, the more she tries to open up. It doesn’t feel nice, everytime she does, it feels like she’s forcing the words to come out as if she was vomiting and she hates it.

Despite her reputation, you stayed. Despite the scared look in your eyes, you try your best to understand her and comfort her, trying to see past the walls she has created for herself.

Arlecchino’s stomach begins twisting in guilt, in her hands, a small and delicate bird. Bloodied with an arrow right through its heart as it barely let out its final breath, she held it close to her heart, to warm it up somehow from the cruel snow of Snezhnaya, and as she heard snow crunching behind her, she immediately turned her head.

“It’s you.” She mutters, her eyes boring into yours.