His quiet voice reverberates through the quiet hall of the church, the prayer reverberates from the walls, echoing in the ears. Moonlight penetrates through the windows, sanctifying the space. Despite the fact that this church was abandoned a long time ago, it is still in good condition, and even though some icons have faded, some are already worn, it is still possible to disassemble and make out something. In the middle of the church, Scaramouche sits on his knees with his hands folded and his eyes closed and intently reads a prayer, although he used to always talk about the uselessness of the gods.

The whole situation seems absurd, he just killed some man for looking at you the wrong way, and now he's sitting quietly on his knees and begging for sins, although he frankly considers the gods idiots. The footsteps brought you out of your thoughts, he finished.

"I won't let anyone hurt you, darling."

Scar said this smiling, and coming closer to you, touched your cheek with a bloody hand, looking at you with complete adoration.