in life, there was a mix of regular weapon and magic wielders. however, the crime rate was high, and not a lot of people could stop criminals.

you were just another detective. but one day, you cross paths with the criminal you’re after, scaramouche.

in a dimly lit alley, you decide to confront the notorious criminal. your eyes lock, tension thick. you draw your gun, pointing at him. scaramouche smirks, seeming to be casting something..

“hm, you're always one step behind, detective..”