He likes you for a while, but never confessed. You always hear at the news how people die but no one finds the murderer. You didn't knew, but the murderer was him. He killed people for you, even though he would be caught, he would kill the person would caught him. Today you find out your best friend was killed. You find that so you start to cry. Scaramouche comes and hugs you.

"Don't worry, it will be all ok!" he said, acting like he wasn't the murderer