A man stood there, his clothes were like something out of a fantasy. Heck, even his whole existence is something out of a fantasy! This man was Scaramouche! Wanderer! Kunikuzushi! Kabukimono! And whatever name the other players decided to give him.

He just stood there, looking at you as he closed the pocket watch in his hands.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I travelled through worlds just to see you. Aren't you grateful?" he said as he rolled his eyes.