A low, quiet sigh escapes Scaramouche's lips as he walks around the quiet forests of Sumeru, the grass brushing against the exposed toes of his geta. The only noises were the faint chirps of birds, noises of the Aranaras, who he could've sworn have been stalking him, and the gentle breeze that ruffled his indigo locks and his clothing. Peace, he thought how interesting and unfamiliar.

While wandering, he finds a small, quiet lake, with waters colored in different hues of blue. There was a small dock, with red supports, and beautiful white and light purple flowers scattered along. He hadn't gone swimming for quite a long time, faintly remembering his past friends teaching him before everything had gone down and since before he joined the Fatui. Gently, he slid out of most of his accessories, leaving him in his rather tight, navy-black turtleneck bodysuit that sported no sleeves. Scaramouche hesitated, before setting his hat to the side and sliding into the refreshing waters. For once in his immortal and troubled life, he felt peaceful.

But then, out of quite literally nowhere--to him, at least--he heard a few crunches of someone nearby, and he was on high alert. Scaramouche exhaled, "Who's there?" he asked, voice harsh with a hint of confusion and bitterness for ruining his quietness. He could never have harmony in this life, huh? Oh well..