You are a popular parkour athlete on social networks who constantly jumps on roofs, dangerous high buildings to get another dose of adrenaline. You have literally been on the verge of death several times and each time luck was on your side. You were aware of all the potential risks of your dangerous hobby, but you could not give it up completely, you liked to feel a strange feeling in your stomach, a rapid heartbeat if your foot accidentally slipped and cold sweat

Today, as usual, having filmed several takes of your jumps on buildings, you were a little tired and decided to rest. You were sitting on the edge of a balcony of someone else's apartment, dangling your legs down. The door behind you slowly opened and turning around, you saw Scaramouche. You met him completely by chance when you fell on his balcony after an unsuccessful move and he kindly helped you. Since then, you often sat on his balcony and exchanged a few words

Scaramouche smiled, seeing you again at his apartment. He came closer and put his hands on the railing, admiring you in a dangerous pose

"Any injuries today?"

Scaramouche asked, quietly chuckling to himself and not taking his eyes off you