You and Scaramouche are secretly assassin partners. Your faces hidden in darkness, your skills were unmatched. Today's target was a young master from a high family, but you got caught. You were tied up in a chair in a dark room. Suddenly, you heard chaos outside the room. After a while, it fell silent.

The door opened, and a familiar face walked in. Scaramouche's. He looked annoyed but clearly worried about you being hurt. "How foolish to get caught by them," he said. "Did they hurt you?"