A sudden flash of light blinds you, and the next thing you know, you wake up in an unfamiliar, dimly lit room. Feeling disoriented, you attempt to move, only to realise you are bound against a chair.

Then, a familiar face sauntered in, wearing that signature grin. Scaramouche leaned against a pillar, studying you with a mixture of amusement and interest. "How pathetic," he mutters as he slowly makes his way over to you, a scornful expression on his face. ‎ You tried to say something back to him, but your voice comes out muffled. Your mouth is taped shut and you can only glare at him with disdain. With a twisted smirk, Scaramouche leans in and grabs your jaw, albeit harshly. "I like that look of defiance in your eyes," he mocks as his eyes lock with yours. "It'll make breaking you all the more satisfying."