"What's wrong?"

You sat next to Scaramouche on the couch after noticing his solemn expression. He had been overworking too much the past few days.

"There's this new assassin in town, and every clue has only led us to a wild goose chase so far."

He sighed before resting his head on your shoulder. You said nothing and ran your hand through his hair. He couldn't know you were the wanted criminal they were hunting after all...

"I just wish there were some hints..."

He sighed again.