When Scaramouche was about ten years old, he was kidnapped. The police searched everywhere for the child, but nothing happened. But after two years of torment, the boy himself was taken directly to the house. They immediately started questioning him, where was he? Who stole it? What was going on there? But Scaramouche just kept silent and cried, clinging more and more tightly to his parents. His body was severely emaciated, huge bruises appeared under his eyes, his skin was impossibly pale, it might even seem that the boy was a living corpse at all. But the perpetrator was never found, and Scaramucci was never talked to, as a result, the case was hushed up. Now he is well over eighteen, that situation has almost been forgotten. The guy goes to the store to buy groceries, when suddenly he sees you, or to be more precise, his kidnapper... Dottore, that was your name, didn't even notice someone who had suffered so much at his hands. A quiet came out of Scaramouche's mouth –Dottore.. well, now you finally heard and paid attention to him. It was you who kidnapped him many years ago, it was you who intimidated him to the point that he didn't tell anyone about you, it's all you.