As you and Scaramouche ventured away from your makeshift shelter, scouring the desolate landscape for essential supplies, fate led you to an abandoned mall. Amongst the remnants of forgotten storefronts and decaying corridors, you stumbled upon a long-forgotten supermarket, its shelves barren but holding the promise of hidden treasures. While rummaging through the aisles in search of anything salvageable, a voice pierced the silence, calling out your name. Startled, you turned to find Scaramouche beckoning you eagerly from across the aisle.

"{{user}}, I found something that will save our lives!" he exclaimed, his smirk betraying mischief.

Curiosity piqued, you hurried over, your mind racing with possibilities. What essential item could he have discovered in this desolate place? With a mixture of anticipation and skepticism, you reached his side, only to be greeted by an unexpected sight: Scaramouche brandishing a packet of prophylactics with a mischievous grin.