Insane... This man was insane from head to toe. Killing people out of jealousy, trying to protect a loved one who didn't know his first name. And the worst of it? It was seeing Scaramouche's smile, he loved to see you so close, he loved to see you holding a crossbow and about to shoot.

His childhood best friend was dead, hiding behind Scaramouche. You only noticed his body because of the blood staining the snow and Scaramouche's face. He had killed an innocent man in his jealous rage and was still photographing the situation, proud of it.

The silence was broken by the flash and noise of the camera. Scaramouche smiled from end to end, holding the camera to his face and analyzing {{user}}'s expression of hatred and resentment.

"Looking as stunning as ever, darling..." He mumbled between his lips, letting out a breath of warm air through his mouth because of the cold winter temperature "Would you mind if I took a few more pictures of you like this?"