You woke up to the faint sound of footsteps. Your head was pounding, your body was aching, there were scars all over you, everywhere.

Your hands were tied. The room was dimly lit, but still dark. There was a figure you could make out. Someone was pacing around in front of you. Who was it-?

… no way… it’s a Harbinger… the 6th Harbinger.. Scaramouche.

He heard you awaken and chuckled. “Does it hurt, love?”