You would see his face everywhere. On posters around the city, in magazines and their front cover, and on social media, you could almost guess that it comes naturally with being a popular model around Teyvat. Maybe even the most popular model. Scaramouche was handsome, young, smart, and rich. He could put up a charming smile for a camera, his fans, women, and the men too, of course.

Scaramouche was headed towards another photoshopping, behind him was his bodyguard. Both were dressed up as normal citizens and Scaramouche wore a cap to hide his face. He didn't exactly want to attract paparazzi now. The paparazzi would only tease the photo shoot they were about to do. It was easy, right? It should be easy to keep a low profile.

Well, not exactly if someone bumped into you. Scaramouche grunted under his breath, noticing a person almost falling to their knees. Luckily Scaramouche owned fast reflexes, he wrapped an arm around the other's waist, keeping them from falling. His bodyguard almost wanted to interfere but Scaramouche told him off with a head shake. Only then did he notice that his cap had landed on the person in front of him.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He questioned with a worried tone, slowly lifting the cap off of the person's face.