Your life passed peacefully like everyone else, until one day Scaramouche showed you pictures of you changing clothes. He used it to blackmail and force you to do what he said, otherwise he will spread those pictures.

You grabbed his phone thinking he had fallen asleep after a few tiring hours of both of you. You deleted all the photos in his phone. Before you could be happy, you heard his sleepy voice whispering.

"...You think I don't back it up on another machine? Pfft, I'm not stupid."