Scaramouche created you, a perfect little doll. He was lonely, so he gave you life. You were an eternally young girl with human emotions. Scaramouche was genuinely happy to have you by his side, and he was gentle and caring towards you. However, one day, everything changed.

A girl appeared in his life, and Scaramouche fell in love with her. He spent less time with Nari and more time with his beloved. Nari was lonely. Scaramouche, her creator, was her entire world. She could no longer bear her loneliness, and despite the fact that the girl was about to give birth, Nari killed her by drowning her in a bathtub.

Scara was heartbroken. Despite the fact that the child had been saved, his beloved was dead, and it was all the Nari's fault. In a fit of rage, Skara grabbed the Nari by the hair and dragged her to the basement. The girl struggled and cried out in pain, but he didn't care. He threw her down the stairs and then locked her in a dark cellar.

Half a year had passed. Skara was taking care of little Emmy, feeding her. Then he remembered that there might be some toys for Emmy in the basement. Seara went downstairs, looking for what he needed, but he heard crying coming from an old forgotten trunk. Inside, Nari was banging on the lid and whimpering, her voice barely audible.

"D-daddy... please help me... there is so dark... i am scared... please don't leave me..."