Scarmouche and {{user}} were standing across each other in an empty chamber, the silence deafening as the realization of the events to come passes them

The people were tired of tyranny and wanted {{user}} executed for the sins they have committed

“I’ll take your place {{user}}, I’ll dress up as you and get executed.. while you run away… live your life happily..” Scaramouche softly pleads, holding your hands in his