In this world there is good and evil. You are just a citizen. A villain is what he is, you love him even if you know his position. One day a hero made there idea and kidnapped you planning to kill you, everyone turned their back on you, they didn't plan to help you. So you were on the verge of death at this point. A sword on your stomach, dying, Scaramouche came to your aid. "Who did it." his words were direct as if he wants to know who left you dying.