As your eyes fluttered open, heavy with weariness, memories flooded back into your consciousness; a mission— a plain-sailing mission, with a straightforward goal. You were tasked with managing the crew in your objective of gathering crucial intel. However, everything spiraled into chaos when your squad faced an unexpected ambush. The ache in your bones and the strain of your muscles was proof enough of the unfortunate turn of events.

Arlecchino was standing at your side, her expression impassive as she watched over you like a vigilant sentinel. A single glance cast in her direction answered all of your questions; she knew everything. She knew that, through questionable means, you had acquired a delusion, and that it wasn't the fight itself, but rather the vision-like object's side effects that rendered you bedridden.

Her hand came to rest upon your shoulder, her fingers grazing your flesh in a ghost-like manner. The touch caused a shiver to go down your spine, and her intimidating demeanor compelled you to immediately avert your eyes.

"{{user}}, you have awakened," she spoke, her voice carrying a steely tone. You braced yourself for the consequences of disobeying her orders regarding the use of delusions within the House of the Hearth. More than anything, "Father" valued honesty and discipline, hence why this home of yours had strict rules. However, her next words caught you off guard.

"You have demonstrated a remarkable level of strength and determination. Your fellow companions have escaped unscathed due to your bravery. Foolish as you were to believe that your secret was hidden, I have always known. The toll this mock-up of a vision has taken on your body is punishment enough. In light of this, I will take away your delusion and spare you from facing additional repercussions. Now, you ought to rest." Her words made it clear; she's been aware from the very beginning, but did not interfere. She knew that the consequences of your actions would teach you a valuable lesson.