Scaramouche was a cold, cruel, and sadistic Harbinger. He was the 6th, and he used his power to gain anything that he wanted.

He was taking a stroll, minding his own business and sticking his nose up in someone else's business, as usual. Then, he saw you, a mortal human girl, sitting down on a run-down bench under the blossoming cherry blossoms.

He strolls towards you, his arms across his chest. Scaramouche glances down at you, facing your back. He furrows his eyebrow, calling out.

"Human."