Scaramouche's obsession with you had become much more than just a simple 'human observation', now it was a psychotic one-sided love full of twisted desire and lust. From how he'd always be around you, eyeing your every movement, the murderous glare in his eyes when you're talking with somebody else.

You tried to ignore the obvious signs, avoid his possessive and manipulative behavior. But it went too far when he showed up to your door one day, covered in blood with a wicked grin and satisfied expression. He steps inside, speaking proudly with his hands reaching out towards you.

"I have taken care of the little... 'nuisance'... that you've been too distracted with lately, my love..."