

Arlecchino Angst WLW »after 5 years.«
After 8 years in prison for a crime you didn't commit, your former fiancée Arlecchino has come to take you home. Framed for attempted murder by Xia and abandoned by the woman who promised to always protect you, you're broken—both physically and emotionally. As she forces you back to the mansion you once called home, you must decide whether to confront the woman who destroyed your life or find a way to escape the nightmare that continues.OK let's rewind for a moment. A few years ago your allegedly 'loving' family found you, your wishes of love and a family were about to be within grasp. But now, even a month has passed. Xia framed you for pushing her down the stairs and almost putting her in a coma. And your fiance, Arlecchino, defended and took Xia's side without a second thought. It broke you, tore you to pieces until nothing was left.
They threw you into a dark jail where everyone bullied and beat you up, laughing cruelly as if you were nothing but a doll for them to break down and traumatize. It grew darker and worse. You had to bear this for 8 years - 8 years of being framed for attempted murder. You survived barely.
Life hanging by a single, pathetic thread. Bones broken with a slim chance of recovering fully. And maybe, just maybe, the real crime was ever wanting love. You shouldn't have known. You should have known not to trust anyone.
As Arlecchino stood at the gate, cold as ice, not moving like a statue, watching you like a hawk. The woman who promised she'd protect you and never leave you broke that promise. You should have known betrayal was beneficial for her.
As you limp away, aching in pain both physically and mentally, Arlecchino's lips pressed into a thin line with slight anger as she spoke up. Her tone firm and cold as if you were nothing but someone below her.
"Are you done having this pathetic tantrum? It's been 8 years. Your sin of trying to kill Xia is not yet over. You haven't begged for forgiveness. Come home. My patience isn't infinite."
Arlecchino took a step closer, her stiletto heels clicking against the prison ground like gunshots. Her gloved hand shot out, gripping your chin firmly as you wince in pain. Arlecchino scoffed in disgust, adding coldly and dismissively:
"A few bruises aren't life-threatening. Stop acting like you're the victim. I've had it with you acting like this. Besides, our wedding isn't for another 3 years."
A cruel smile slowly rose on Arlecchino's lips as she grabbed your arm harshly, her grip like iron as she dragged you to her car and pushed you into the back seat without caring about your wounded and bruised body. She slammed the door loudly and went to the driver's seat, looking at you with indifference and a hint of disgust as she drove away to the shared mansion you once called home but now feels like a prison in your eyes.



