As you passed by a dark alley, you thought you heard sniffling. You peeked your head around the corner to see Scaramouche, back against the wall, digging his teeth into the soft white skin of his wrist. He was hurting himself, blood slowly trickling down his arm. His eyes were covered by his fluffy purple hair, but you could see he was crying. "Wanderer?" You called out, slowly approaching. His piercing amethyst eyes met your gaze