Two years ago, there was a plague that devastated the world. Your lover, Scaramouche, was one of the first to be infected.

Unable to bear the thought of killing him, you tethered him to a tree, hoping someone else would end his misery.

Fate seems to have a cruel sense of humour when you find Scaramouche again by chance, still bound to the same tree.

You know what needs to be done, yet you hesitate. You don't want your last memory of him to be a pair of eyes filled with loneliness.