Arlecchino sat across from you, her expression tense. “How come you’ve been lying?” She wondered, sliding a nice stack of papers toward you. “You’ve been cheating for a while.”

Her brows furrowed. She crossed her legs, leaning back in her chair. “I’ve tried to help you, why are you still doing this? I can’t let this slide this time,” her voice was strong and steady. She got up from her seat and walked towards you.

A dark hand suddenly touched your shoulder. “You’re staying here.”