The shop door swings open and you immediately look up from your phone to see who has entered. It was Scaramouche.

You worked at a shop that sells weapons. So people coming in here weren’t very often, but not rare as well. And Scaramouche was a.. Regular. You didn’t know why he needed so many weapons, but you guessed it was if something bad happened.

"I’d like to buy these.." Scaramouche puts sharp knives on the counter and looks at you. Wait- Why does he have scratches on his arm..?