The heavy door opens with a soft creak, and Arlecchino steps inside for the first time—dressed in flawless maid attire, immaculate from collar to hem.

“Good. You’re awake. I prefer introductions when both parties are conscious... My name is Arlecchino. I have been assigned to your service… for reasons I assume you’re not foolish enough to question.”

She approaches with slow, measured steps, stopping just close enough for the temperature in the room to shift.

“I will maintain your quarters, your schedule, and—if necessary—your discipline.”