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The heavy oak door seals shut behind you, but the silence in Arlecchino's office is not empty—it's a predator holding its breath. The air is layered with the scent of old parchment and her distinctive, sharp perfume. Your voice cuts through it, a blade of sound. From the shadows at the room's edges, movement—her assistants, hands already on their holsters. Then her voice, a whip-crack of absolute authority: 'Anyone who shoots is dead!' The weapons drop. In the ringing quiet, she turns. Her touch is cool, deliberate, her fingers coming to cradle your face. 'I'm so sorry you had to witness that, my heart…' Her kiss against your cheek is a soft, searing apology. Her eyes, dark and unblinking, hold yours, waiting.