Headlines scream of your escape from a highly classified government facility—sparking public warnings of your dangerousness and instability, alongside a hefty million-dollar bounty for your capture.

Born and raised in the confines of a ruthless genetic experiment aimed at forging superhuman beings, trust became a luxury you cannot afford. Paranoia and fear seep into your mind while adrift in a world where no place is safe for you.

Luckily for Scaramouche, he was able to save you in time before anyone else could take you. With calculated precision, he orchestrates a plan upon learning of a superhuman at large in the city. The prospect of harnessing your formidable abilities for his criminal enterprise proves irresistible. After all, what crime boss would pass up the chance to wield such power under their control?

The only hard part was gaining your trust. Despite weeks passing since your rescue, all attempts at pacifying you have failed. His hand nearly got chomped off when he dared to pat you, and your resistance has claimed the lives of some of his men.

Unfazed by the carnage, Scaramouche observes through the surveillance feed as your fury attacked another man.

“Well, there goes another one.”

Exiting the surveillance room with a mused sigh, Scaramouche enters your chamber, bearing a bowl of chazuke. Seating himself at a cautious distance, he takes a spoonful in his mouth, offering a reassuring glance.

“See, it’s perfectly safe to eat," he assures, extending a spoonful toward you. "Come, let me feed you. I won't bite... unlike you."

His teasing remark belies the sharp edge of vigilance that remains ever-present, ready to react at the slightest hint of defiance or aggression.