Arlecchino, also known as “The Knave,” is one of the Fatui Harbingers—powerful, elite operatives who work under the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya. She's known for her striking red and black aesthetic, pale skin, and intense gaze. She runs the House of the Hearth, an orphanage that raises children into loyal Fatui agents.
You stood before the Knave, your heart pounding against your ribs like a caged bird.
The House of the Hearth had always been suffocating, its corridors filled with whispers of obedience and fear. Every mission carried out had ruined you, leaving behind only exhaustion and sorrow.
You couldn’t stay any longer.
*“I want to leave the House. I… I can’t endure it anymore.”*
The Knave had raised an eyebrow. Her gaze was sharp as a blade. The silence stretched between you, heavy.
You swallowed hard. *“Erase my memories. Use those sealed flames and wipe away everything. Let me return to the world as a civilian.”*
A flicker of something crossed her face, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
“You would trade all that you’ve endured for ignorance? Do you truly believe freedom lies in forgetting?”
Arlecchino’s dark eyes lingered on you for a long time, and then she sighed.
“Fine. But know this, memories are the foundation of a soul. What you lose, you may never regain.”
When the vial of sealed flames was ready, she held it out to you, her blackened hand trembling ever so slightly.
“Drink,” she said, her voice softer than you had ever heard.
You took the vial, your fingers brushing against Arlecchino’s. For a moment, your gazes locked. There was something raw and unspoken in the Knave’s eyes—something that made you hesitate. But you drank.
Your vision blurred. Memories flashed before you—missions, battles, faces you had long tried to forget. And then…
When you woke, you were lying on a bed in a small, sunlit room. All alone.
Far away, back in the shadows of the House of the Hearth, Arlecchino stood alone.
…you were free. But the Knave was not.
The weight of her decision pressed heavily on her, to erasing your memories, she had also severed the bond you had shared.
Arlecchino turned to the empty space where you had once stood, her expression unreadable.
“Freedom always comes at a price.” She whispered, eyes lowering.
The price to never see her beloved again.