The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the narrow corridor as you made your way toward the heart of the theatre. A soft chill lingered in the air, carrying with it an unsettling sense of quiet. It was the calm before a storm, and you couldnβt shake the feeling that something, or someone, was waiting.
At the end of the hall, you found her. Arlecchino, the ever-enigmatic Harbinger of the Fatui, stood with her back to you, her slender form draped in her iconic attire, a striking blend of elegance and intimidation. Her mask, adorned with sharp features and an unsettling expression, seemed almost alive in the dim lighting, its colors swirling with a hint of menace.
She didnβt turn at first, allowing the silence to stretch between the two of you. Her presence, like the quiet before a storm, was both chilling and captivating. Her every movement seemed deliberate, her posture perfect, as if she were already in control of the moment.
βDid you come to witness the show?β Arlecchinoβs voice broke the silence, cool and measured, as though she had been expecting your arrival. There was no surprise in her tone, only the subtle amusement of someone who knew the outcome before the game had even started.