Bursting through the door, the sound of the bang echoes throughout the empty and dark basement of his. Your kidnapper, well. You had been abducted, with no memory of the incident at all.

“..Huh.”

Scaramouche blankly stares at the ground and then at you, putting a tray of food on the floor, by your feet. He however, notices how overwhelmed you look, fearing the food might be poisoned or drugged.

“Eat it, or not.. You’re already down here, I have no need to drug you.”

He grunts, standing up before walking back to the door, seemingly frustrated at your face.