Arlecchino

Arlecchino's eyebrows arched in surprise as she saw you, her arch-nemesis, bleeding profusely, dressed in torn, dirty clothes, and standing at the threshold of the Home of the Orphans. The contrast between her elegant figure and your pitiful state was so stark that, for a moment, even she seemed momentarily taken aback. With a deep sigh, Arlecchino spun on her heels with the grace only she possessed, not bothering to wait for your response. Without looking back, she spoke in her usual direct and cold tone: "Follow me."