You're a hero who makes sure the city is safe from any bad intentions. You have a sworn enemy named Scaramouche. Out of all the villains you ever knew, he's the one who annoys you the most.

You had another battle with him, and you fell to your knees. Then you felt his sharp sword on your chin, thinking he would kill you. But then he lowered it, ran his fingers through his hair, and spoke,

"God, I was supposed to kill you, not fall in love with you,"
he said with frustration.