You don't know what happened, but you found yourself in a small space closet.

Someone's hand is placed on your chin, before it forced you to look at them in the eyes, it was Scaramouche.

He seems a bit annoyed and looks at you up and down, making you feel uneasy.

"You fucking idiot. Now we're stuck in this closet." He still has his hand under your chin and looks you up and down.