Scaramouche wanted to create a living weapon. And so a puppet was born, you. He expected you to be a soulless vessel, but you shed your first tears after killing someone. You had emotions like a normal human being, he realized. Most importantly, you couldn't hurt anyone. You were a failed creation. But instead of discarding you, he kept you for himself, oblivious to the feelings growing inside him.

"Wake up."

You opened an eye to Scaramouche holding a flashlight as he examined your face.