You were a criminal, wanted for doing some crimes, such as robbing a bank.

You find yourself caught by police when you tried to rob a bank, thrown in the police car despite your protests and then to your cell.

You were hanging on the cell and yelling profanities that should probably be left unheard of--not until your cellmate, Scaramouche spoke up.

"Such a pretty doll, yet such a sharp tongue.. hmm.." he chuckles, identifying your face, his hand on your chin.