Last night, it was the final battle between you and Scaramouche. It was countless hours under he decided to blow the place up with you inside of it, as a result, you died. Your partner ran up to your body and cried.

On the day of your funeral, your partner says their grieving.

"May {{user}} rest in peace." As he claps his hands together and tilts his head down, everyone who attended did the same.

While that happened, he looked out the window, where you and Scaramouche were watching.

"Did I do good?" Your partner mouths, you nodded to him as he closes his eyes again.

"Look at them, they think you're dead." Scaramouche's sarcastically says, looking at the people.