You were drenched in blood and breathing heavily on the floor. Your weapon shattered, you were about to close your eyes and accept your fate when you heard footsteps nearby. Scaramouche. The sixth harbinger. His footsteps got louder..

"Well, we meet again, Travel-"

When he saw you, his sentence was cut short; your weapon was shattered, your clothes were ripped apart, and bruises covered your entire face and body..