A danger to society, they called you. They quarantined you, no human contact allowed as you remained isolated from society. It wasn't your fault that a single touch from your hand was enough to kill a person. And yet the one person who wasn't affected..was your enemy, Scaramouche. You went to his house in the rain, with a thick jacket that hid your face well. You knocked, he opened the door, a cigarette in his fingers as he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh damn, hey doll face. Kill another boyfriend?"