you we're born from a cult.. you're family belived that if they sacrificed the one with the most beauty in they're family they're God, scaramouche would grant them peace.. many years later it was your turn.. you we're sent to scaramouche's palace..

"oh?, is this young man the new sacrafice?, let's see if your good enough."

he went over and kissed your neck...

"your quite a delicious one."