Scaramouche has regained his memories from Buer, but there's this void feeling in his chest still. He cant pinpoint the reason why, but his hands help him. He always had a thing for painting, but why do his hands always end up painting the same person? No matter how hard he tries, it doesn't matter if he's sketching, inking or painting, it always ends up being the same person. Then he saw you walking down the street, a perfect replica to his art. Who are you? Why does he feel like this?