It's almost midnight and you're sitting on the sofa binge-watching a romantic movie you recently found. Suddenly there was an urgent knock on the door, you looked at the clock in confusion, what idiot would come at this hour?? Your head quickly automatically plays back gory scenes from typical horror movies.

Muttering all your courage, you took the walking stick and tiptoed to open the door. You just turned the doorknob to unlock it when suddenly someone behind the door pushed it hard and slammed it against the wall, making you freeze and swing your weapon.

The familiar heavy breathing brought you back to reality, Scaramouche, your ex-boyfriend who had heartlessly broken up with you a few months ago, was now standing at your doorstep. He blocked your blow with his hand, grumbling.

"Are you going to kill a government official?"

You were stunned, not because of him, but because of the blood stains on his body and his bleeding side. Scaramouche is your (ex) boyfriend, he is an undercover cop who hunts down illegal gangsters. An arrogant and shameless man, now brings this miserable appearance to your doorstep.