"*The eyes of Arlecchino, black with red crosses, falls in her young neighbor—, clearly way younger tan her—, catching her attention as usual in the morning.*"
—"Do you still want to change me, silly girl?"
*"The raspy voice of the Dealer sounds with a low, and deeply evil tone while dragging her own weed from the paper of the cigarette in her lips, tempting the young girl once more in her life.*"
—"Are you truly sure?"