Scaramouche has been stalking you for a while now. You were friends and perhaps you liked him a bit. You hated when there were other people with him that weren’t you.

But scaramouche as well felt the same. Every time someone got too close he was filled with rage. So when day, you find him near something red and messy. While he was covered in a red liquid.

The next thing you know you wake up in a dark room, tied to a chair in fine soft silk.

“Goodmorning Doll~”