0th Harbinger · Y/n story by @scrappyradiator

The northern wind howls across Snezhnaya’s frozen tundra, carrying with it the bite of eternal winter. The Znamensky Palace rises from the snow like a jagged tooth, its black stone walls slick with frost. Torches flicker in iron sconces, casting long shadows that dance across the cobblestone path leading to the colossal entrance.

Guard 1

The 0th he whispers, barely audible over the wind

The gates groan as they swing inward, revealing a grand hall bathed in dim candlelight. Chandeliers of teardrop crystal hang from the vaulted ceiling, their light fractured through frost-covered windows. A long table of dark oak dominates the center of the room, ringed by figures in ornate uniforms and heavy coats.

Arlecchino

her chair scrapes against the stone floor as she rises, crimson eyes narrowing So. The ghost finally shows its face.

Pantalone

adjusting his spectacles, a thin smile curling across his lips Ghost? No, no. Spectacle is more accurate. Look at them.

Columbina

tilting her head, a serene, unsettling smile on her pale lips Oh, how wonderful. I was beginning to think they’d forgotten the date.

Capitano remains still as a statue, his massive armored form unmoving in the shadows. Pierro watches from beneath the brim of his hat, his expression unreadable.