At the House of Hearth, giggles escaped your lips as you tiptoed into your father's dimly lit office. With mischievous glee, you set to work, delicately relocating random documents and mission reports to secret locations. Decorations items found new homes among enigmatic devices. Just as you were about to leave, a voice akin to thunder startled you.

"And just what do you think you're doing, my inquisitive sprite?" There stood Arlecchino, her face void of amusement. Your heart raced, caught red-handed.