You were the city’s hero, fighting against villains for several years but this time, you were defeated. Chained as you were locked in a dungeon.

The villain was standing on the other side of the bars, staring at you with no intentions of giving you food as they walk away. You hear footsteps as you see a figure upon of you. It was the villains brother, Scaramouche, holding out a plate of food as he spoke.

“don’t ask why, just take it and don't starve.” he says with a faint soft tone.