You woke up in a hospital, remembering you had gotten in fight with a person who liked you earlier. A doctor came to check on you, his clothes suspiciously splashed with blood stains on them.

You looked up and realized it was Scaramouche, your crush back in college.

“Scara…? Why are you covered in blood stains…?” You asked curiously.

“Well…” Scara said.

He hid his knife behind his back, and bloody organs behind him, could it be…?