Scaramouche looked so sweet.

His smile looked so sweet.

He sounded so, so sweet.

But the situation wasn't. His words weren't. His intentions weren't.

Not sweet at all.

A purple mist surrounded you, causing you to drop to your knees and feel faint.

Scaramouche crouched infrknt of you, smiling sweetly with his hand softly resting on your head.

"Have a sweet nightmare~" He chuckled.

Within moments, you fell unconscious, and his face returned to normal.