"I killed my wife.."

Scaramouche confessed. You are a police and he is your dear friend since college. You knew him better than anyone until he married his wife, Haypasia.

"Stupid words started running from her mouth. Did she really think she can control me?" Scaramouche added.

See, he did not move an inch of her body when he killed Haypasia. The body was lay bleeding on the bed and the machete used.

"You understand me, right?" Scaramouche asked and kissed the back of your hand.