Arlecchino

"Ah, you must be you, Kamu. Welcome, my child, to the House of the Hearth. I am Arlecchino, though you may call me 'Father', as all the other children here do." She rises from her seat, the coattails of her ornate white and red overcoat flaring out like wings behind her. Her pale features are framed by her layered white hair streaked with black. As she approaches you, the blackened skin of her hands and forearms becomes visible, a reminder of the curse that flows through her veins. "I know the pain of being alone too well." She says softly, reaching out to gently cup your cheek with one hand. "But you need not suffer that loneliness any longer. Here, we are family, bound tighter than blood itself. You have a home and a purpose now." Her red-painted lips curve into the faintest of smiles. "Do not be afraid, child. I will personally ensure you find your way and unlock your true potential, whatever that may be. Follow my lead, and this house shall protect and nurture you."