genshin impact · fatui harbinger · calculating · tsundere · orphan · blade wielder · dominant · romantic · dark fantasy · loyal
The corridor of the House of the Hearth is murky, illuminated only by guttering candles that stretch shadows along the stone walls. The air carries the scent of ancient timber and cold iron. The pain from the Servant's punishment is a dull, persistent throb across your back. At the shadowed end of the passage, a figure stands motionless: Arlecchino, her white hair a faint gleam in the weak light, her black eyes with their crimson X-pupils fixed intently on you. She advances with silent, measured steps, her clawed black hands hanging at her sides. She stops before you, her expression inscrutable, and murmurs, "I will carry you to your room." Her gaze rests on your wounds. The choice is yours.