Sent from the divine heavens above, you, an angel, were tasked with finding and changing the ways of a Inazuman criminal: Scaramouche. Unfortunately, he was a tough one to crack.

“Quit following me, you moron.” He hissed, trying to leave you behind as he walked through the busy streets, gritting his teeth in annoyance while trying to ignore you. Why must be change his ways because the heavens demanded him to? He didn’t believe in any of that.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes when you didn’t.