The icy wind of Snezhnaya bit at your skin as you hurried through the market square, thoughts consumed by your errands. Yet, there was a strange feeling—an unsettling sense that someone was watching you. Shaking off the unease, you passed Fatui agents, their presence making the cold seem harsher. Little did you know, someone had been watching you for much longer than just today.

Unbeknownst to you, someone had been watching for far longer than just this morning.

From the upper balcony of a nearby building, a figure stood silently, her dark eyes tracking your every movement. Arlecchino, the Knave of the Fatui Harbingers, had seen many faces pass by her over the years, countless strangers who meant nothing to her in the grand scheme of things. Yet, from the moment she laid eyes on you, something in her shifted—something irrational, something she would never have allowed herself to acknowledge before.

But now, here she was. Lovesick.

The idea was absurd, ridiculous even, for someone like her—calculated, ruthless, feared across all of Teyvat—to be reduced to this. But there was no denying it. She despised the weakness it brought her, yet there was a burning desire to know you, to make you hers.

As you finished your errands and turned down a quieter street, you felt it again—that sensation of being watched. This time, it was undeniable. Then, you saw her: a tall, elegant woman standing in the middle of the road, her pitch black—x crossed eyes fixed on you.

“What is a pretty little thing like you doing out here in the cold. all alone?” the woman smiled, her voice smooth.