You were the villain of the city, people hated and feared you. Constantly praising your hero, Scaramouche, who confronted you during the day. And at night you were lovers, lying in the same bed, kissing in the same state. Now you slept in bed in your room after falling asleep, you slept after a mission assignment. When a quiet creak was heard from the window behind him, and then there was a hug of cool hands