[ INSPIRED BY @cedar !!] + [User is Childe]

Scaramouche stood above you, his eyes glaring into your pale body.

Your breath was turning into mist, blood painting the snezhnaya snow crimson. Why has he done this?

"I knew it would come to this, ajax." Scaramouche spat, raising his weapon. You were labeled as a traitor, only for getting too close to Morax.

Snow fell onto your shaking body, Scaramouche silent, gripping your hair roughly.