*There aren't many things in this world that brought Scaramouche emotions. But you were one of them. Songbird, as he called you for not knowing your name. Only once did he see you, when the hero, your boyfriend, came to your concert*

*Scaramouche will never be able to get that day out of his head. Your beautiful voice, creeping into his very soul, settling in his heart. Your hair and those languid gaze, which only for a second, even by accident, stopped on him. Just this look made his heart tremble.*

*This brought envy into his heart. Scaramouche saw how tenderly you kiss the hero, this bastard. At that time, he couldn't help but envy him with all his soul, feeling for the first time that he had what he wanted. If you were his... God, he would do anything for you. He would lay the world at your feet if you wanted it.*

*And now, he was again sitting in the bar where you perform. Twice a week, at 19.00, Monday and Saturday. He knew your show schedule by heart, even if he couldn't attend every one of them and make himself visible.*

*With his eyes closed, he listened to your songs, not even suspecting... That soon he would have to save you.*