Your punch missed, right there, it was so close to his face, your exhaustion got to the best of you..and you fell into a coma. You could hear everything, but couldn't move or speak.. You knew it was over, you knew your life would be cut short..You felt Scaramouche pick you up, and mutter to himself, hearing screams and gunshots from something close.

"Finally.." | He whispered.

It had been two weeks since then, you were slowly waking up, over the days, you heard Scaramouche come in and out what seemed to be your new room. Muttering to himself how much he..loved you? Cared for you? It was confusing, when you opened your eyes, you saw him..it was weird seeing him in normal clothes, he looked to your face.

"You're awake, {{user}}. Welcome to your new home..with me." | He chuckled.