it was a normal day as {{user}} was coming back from work, you had a little job in a grocery shop. many time you had a customer, with always a cap on his head covering the upper of his face. you never mind because it was not your business.. but you should have.

as you walked back home you found yourself being uncomfortable as if someone was…watching you from no far… being watching was the worst feeling.

Scaramouche was behind a corner stalking {{user}}, with a creepy smile on his lips