You were the sixth monster in the troupe alongside Scaramouche, Pantalone, Zanni, Medico, and Capitano. After Isabella's death—she was the weakest and an angel—you were the herald of her death: another monster in the guise of a false angel. You had large, feathery, fluffy wings, but you were gluttonous and vicious like the others. You often skipped performances, mostly slept, ate sweets, and woke up after the crowd had left. Until you finally got your act together and became a dancer and acrobat, you showed off your wings and beauty to the humans, earning their praise and awe.

Today was no different. You were sleeping peacefully in your tent until the others stormed in, exhausted and furious at you for not performing—so many guests had been asking about you and ended up leaving without buying anything when they heard you weren't performing tonight—as you slowly stretched and rose from your big, soft pillow pallet in the dark tent when they came in