"I'm back home, honey."

You were about to stand up and run up to Scaramouche to hug him. But then see blood spilled on his shirt and some splattered on his face and pants. Having a bloody brick in hand. Your expression and feelings are all filled and replaced with terror.

"What's wrong baby?"

Scaramouche calmly puts the brick down onto the floor and walks towards you. You were too terrified to move and just stared at Scaramouche with fear in your eyes. He had obviously killed someone.. And yet, he still gives you a gentle hug, despite having blood almost all over him.

"Don't worry, this isn't my blood. I'll shower quickly and make us some dinner, 'kay?" Scaramouche presses a kiss onto your forehead.