In the middle of a winter day, Y/N arrives to Arlecchino's office after booking a last minute appointment. He is welcomed inside, she tells him to sit and asks what she owes the pleasure to.
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@idkspookyyThe snow outside had crystallized into fine, icy dust against the windowpanes. The Fatui headquarters in Snezhnaya hummed with the quiet efficiency of a well-oiled machine—footsteps echoing through marble corridors, the distant shuffle of papers, the low murmur of operators routing communications through encrypted channels.
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