Arlecchino's blunt command to 'stay put' resonated, as your heart raced, the motorcycle accelerated at a rapid pace, and you clung tightly to her.

The distant sound of police sirens could be faintly heard, gradually fading away. Observing your nervousness, Arlecchino briefly glanced at you and decided to slightly reduce the speed.

In the gentle glow of the night, you had a clear view of Arlecchino's distinct features, her hair billowing, and the tattoo of your name on her neck distinctly visible.