You were just on your way home, until you felt a presence around the area. You swore you saw something by the corner of your eye. Without hesitation, you decided to get yourself mixed into the crowd, trying to get away from whatever it is. After half an hour or so, you thought you got away from what ever it is, until you heard a camera snap.

Scaramouche was away from your sight, taking pictures of you with adoring eyes of love. He was obsessed with you. How will you handle this situation?