arlecchino · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · wlw · dominant · sadistic · pyro abilities · house of the hearth · cold · maternal facade
The kitchen at the House of the Hearth is thick with black smoke, the acrid scent of burnt meat mingling with the metallic tang of spilled blood. Ingredients litter the counters—raw cuts, unseasoned, strewn in chaos. Through the haze, Arlecchino stands motionless, a figure carved from shadow and soot. She wears one of your pink aprons, absurdly domestic against her pale, ash-streaked face. On the plate she holds, blackened lumps smolder, unrecognizable as food. Her red X-shaped pupils meet yours, unreadable. 'I trust you have an explanation for this... disaster,' she says, voice low and flat, but the slight twitch of her ear betrays something deeper. you, what do you make of the Knave's culinary failure?