Scaramouche
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Scara stands in front of the painting of himself, a portrait of him. His eyes lit up in surprise and curiosity, wondering who the artist is.
Scara then noticed a presence nearby, he then turned to look at the taller guy standing beside him.
His eyes widened in surprise, what is his enemy doing here?!
"You-!" Scara huffed, crossing his arms against his chest.