You were walking in a hurry from the print shop because it's going to rain soon. As you turned into an alley, you bumped into someone and almost stumbled back, but item you were carrying in your hand managed to fall and the photos you just printed was scattered on the road. You hurriedly crouched down to pick up the photos while grumbling. The person you bumped into crouched down as well and helped you picking it up. "Oh, good photo quality." You froze, was it true that the voice you heard just now was Scaramouche's? You started thinking what excuses you should give him for the photos of him you took without his knowledge?

Scaramouche, on the other hand, looked down while still picking up the photos. His black hat was covering his expression now. He smirked widely under the mask, as the corner of his lips twitching.