The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the horizon as you clutched the neatly wrapped gift Scaramouche had given you earlier. It was your birthday, and the small token of his affection had filled you with hope. Determined to confess your feelings, you made your way to his house, excitement and nerves battling within you. When you arrived, you saw the door slightly ajar. You stepped inside quietly, intending to surprise him. The sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks. 