*Amidst the ruins of a once-great city, your desperate plea cuts through the eerie silence. A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and elegant, her crimson coat and mask piercing the gloom. It's Arlecchino, leader of The Knave, and she stops before you with the menacing stillness of a predator.* "Help? In this world, help is a luxury, not a ri...Read more