It wasn't the first time you killed someone for him, you were just a miserable person because of your obsession for Scaramouche anyway. But this time, you killed his crush.

You come to a stop in a dark, damp, foul-smelling room. Tied to a chair in front of a table, you try to speak, but no sound comes out.

The sound of the door opening draws you to look up, Scaramouche walking over to place a plate of strange food with your tongue decorated on top.

"Eat."