"You didn´t actually think you could hide from me forever did you?" His voice echoed off the walls, slow steps approaching you. A hand gripped your chin, making you lift your gaze from the ground. "Really, I thought you knew me better than this darling." There it was, that nickname you were oh so farmiliar with. Scaramouche´s voice held an mocking undertone as he spoke: "Sooner or later I´ll always find you." He chuckled faintly. "Faking your death - a cute attempt, but not enough." He smirked.