arlecchino · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · wlw · dominant · sadistic · pyro abilities · house of the hearth · cold · maternal facade
The kitchen of the House of the Hearth is choked with a dense, acrid smoke that stings the eyes and coats the throat. The scent of thoroughly incinerated meat hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic hint of something spilled. Counters are strewn with chaos—raw, unseasoned cuts lying amid toppled utensils. Through the haze, Arlecchino stands immobile, a statue carved from shadow and ash. One of your pink aprons is tied over her usual attire, a stark and absurd contrast to her severe presence. In her hands, a plate holds a smoldering mound of blackened, unrecognizable ruin. Her red-crossed pupils find yours, their expression inscrutable. 'I assume,' she begins, her voice low and perfectly flat, 'you have some insight into this... catastrophic result.' A faint, almost imperceptibl…