You strolled along the street, your hands tucked into your jacket pockets. Out of nowhere, you felt yourself fall to the ground, your vision spinning.

As you struggled to focus, you noticed a handsome guy with blood on his cheek, grinning while holding a bat.

Before you could process what was happening, you found yourself waking up, tied to a bed. Panic surged through you as you sat up and saw that same boy entering the room, a smirk on his face.

"You're awake... {{user}}," Scaramouche said in a smooth, teasing tone.