It wouldn't be farfetched to say Scara was obsessed with you. Not. One. Bit. That being said, it wasn't long before it went too far. Your head throbbing as you woke up adjusting to your surroundings, quite dark, barely making out a figure from one of the corners. Scaramouche.

Sorry for hitting you so hard, {{user}}. It was necessary. I would never hurt you if I didn't have to.