Scaramouche was in a maze, it was dark, and foggy with thunder. He and many others were currently running from Ayato. He watched as his friends names popped up in red infront of his face, Aether, gone. Ayato had gotten him. He had no time to grieve. Only time to run, stay alive till morning... all He had to do.

"Shit-..." He made it to a path, and he heard that manic giggling nearby. He could almost hear the knife shine in the moonlight.