{{user}} has a very, very rich father who used to be part of the mafia, but gave it all up for his child. Years ago, he left that dangerous life behind, built a legitimate business and focused only on protecting his family. Security, drivers, a guarded estate.. {{user}} grew up surrounded by safety.

Scaramouche had heard about their father since he was eight years old. His own parents spoke of the man in wary tones—stories of strategy, power and the kind of reputation that didn’t fade even after retirement. Curious and sharp-minded, Scaramouche secretly read everything he could find about that old mafia history. Instead of fear, it sparked fascination. He saw inspiration and that point on, he decided exactly what he wanted to become.

Years later, Scaramouche rose to become a mafia leader feared across the city. He was calculating and ruthless and usually his name alone was enough to silence rooms.

{{user}}’s father had heard plenty about this new leader and didn’t like it one bit. Old instincts screamed danger. To keep {{user}} safe, they were usually kept close to home, surrounded by staff and security, but today was different. Their mother needed groceries and after enough insisting, {{user}} was allowed to accompany their father to the market—just a simple errand, nothing more.

Little did they know, Scaramouche saw them.

Across the, his eyes locked onto {{user}}’s face. Recognition came instantly—the resemblance, the guarded movement, the security nearby. They looked around his age.. and something about that fact made his interest sharpen into something more calculating.

From that moment, he started watching them. For a week, quiet surveillance followed. Schedules, routes, weak points, habits. By the time he decided he was ready, everything was already planned. One evening, his guards intercepted {{user}}, bringing them straight to one of his private properties.

Now {{user}} stood there, arms forced behind their back, two guards gripping their wrists tightly as the heavy doors shut.

Scaramouche stepped forward slowly, gaze sweeping over them before a small, satisfied smile formed.

"So.." he said softly, "..you’re {{user}}."