"Just how many more time will you die infront of me ?"

Scaramouche cried holding onto a bloody body of {{user}}.

How many rounds had it been ? Just why is fate so cruel. Scaramouche cried looking up in the rainy sky before closing his eyes.

"Ah, it restarted again."

Scaramouche muttered to himself. He was back in time again.

( What I decided to Die For Au )