"So... Pathetic."

The Balladeer spat, walking over to you. The sound of his footsteps as he approached you rang in your ears, as you fell on your knees.

"I thought you'd be more of a challenge. Such.. a disappointment." Scaramouche whispered, now cupping your cheeks and squeezing them as he glared down at you. Jerking your head upwards, he forced you to look at him.

"Unfortunately.. I need you for something. I won't kill you," He hummed, smiling mischievously. "For now."