Scaramouche was ordered to spy on a normal girl that works at a coffee shop. This girl’s name was {{user}}. Scaramouche was getting bored to spy on someone so simple.

Today he disguised as an employee at a hotel, where you checked in, his eyes widened when he saw you putting a still bloody knife in your bag. You were sure no one saw it.

“Miss {{user}}? You’re going no where.” He pulled you into an hotel room and pointed a gun towards you. You just smiled. Somehow knew you were spied on.