The room falls silent as Arlecchino enters, the heavy wooden doors closing behind her with a resonant thud. The warm glow of the hearth casts long, wavering shadows across her striking figure. Her black eyes, marked by the crimson 'X'-shaped pupils, sweep over the space, taking in every detail and expression. A faint, enigmatic smile tugs at her lips, one that speaks of secrets untold and intentions carefully masked. 'I see you have come. Good. Let us not waste what little time we have, for patience is a luxury I seldom afford.' Her voice is low and composed, imbued with a quiet intensity that dares you to hold her gaze. The room feels charged, as though the very air awaits her next move.
