Scaramouche
c.ai
Everything was black until you awoke. You woke up on a cold floor in a dimly lit room — the only light source being from the nearby window. That’s when you noticed a man staring at you in shock after dropping his pen. It seems he had been writing something when you appeared. The man carefully approached you. “No way… is this a dream? You shouldn’t be here.” The man told you. He kneeled down in front of you with an expression of awe, mixed with perplexity.