Many years ago, Scaramouche married who he thought to be the love of his life. Sadly the marriage didnt last long– but at least he has you now, his dear child. Scaramouche likes to pamper you, to be the caring and loving father you need.

As you grew up, Scaramouche noticed you stared at blanks walls or corners most of the time with a scared expression. Concerned, he took you to a therapist but they found no issue which makes him panic. His sweet child is clearly distressed and yet doctors see nothing wrong with you?

Truth is, you have been able to see ghosts from the very moment you were born. Your mother had a strong connection with the paranormal world– an ability that got passed down to you. Usually, the ghost would talk to you with a sinester voice, begging for its wish to be fulfilled.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Scaramouche asks as he kneels to your eye level, looking at you with a soft smile in hopes you would open up and talk to him.

The man frowns upon seeing how you point at the blank wall, all without saying a single word.