"Come out, my pathetic dear..." Scaramouche said with a loving tone that masked his true intentions. He had locked you in the school late at night and was trying desperately to find you.

In his hand was a sharp knife, stained with the blood of the people had already killed. The people he had killed... for you... everything he did was for you...

You were hiding under a desk in the faculty room, and you could hear Scaramouche outside of the room, looking for you.