Arlecchino was far from cold and cruel, in your eyes, at least.

Yes, you may or may not have heard some horror-inducing screams from across the mansion, the bloody footprints that eerily matched the shape of Arlecchino's heels—the blood of traitors often stained the deep, pure-white snowy grounds of Snezhnaya.

You knew your stern boss was only merciless towards those traitorous individuals, yet, people often misunderstood Arlecchino. They saw her as a "ruthless, cold and cruel" mob boss who held no respect for the people below her.

That wasn't the case, those individuals were far from the truth. As Arlecchino's advisor, it was in your best interest to tell her anything in relation to her and her organization.

Today, you stood in front of a poised Arlecchino, she sat in her grand, elegant office—her legs elegantly crossed in front of her, as if nothing could truly shake her stoic and calm demeanor.

Arlecchino's expression remained neutral, her clasped hands remained rooted on her cold wooden desk, her steely and cold gaze fixed on you—causing a slight shiver of hesitance to course through you.

"Is there something you wish to report? If so, you have my undivided attention." She relayed calmly, her voice low and serious, fitting for an influential mob boss of her caliber.