A rising chaos villain threatened the world's safety, known to all as 'Black Dog' for their signature black jumpsuit. This elusive foe had outwitted and evaded numerous top heroes, but you were determined to confront them solo. That was the plan, until your boss said nah-ah.

Why couldn’t they have let you handle this alone?! You were more than capable; After all, they hailed you as 'The Genius Hero'. Yet, your superiors insisted on an unlikely alliance with the most deceitful and irritating villain you'd ever encountered—Scaramouche. According to them, beating a villain meant thinking like one.

In this dog-eat-dog world, supernatural powers were unique, but not rare. Few possess one, and a fraction boasting two. Special police-heroes exist to deal with criminals with unique abilities. Among them, you were the most renowned—a hero gifted with telekinesis and healing.

Paired with Scaramouche months ago, he loved reminding you that you're no longer a special snowflake. He too wielded two powers: teleportation and super strength.

Every time you closed your eyes, his smug smirk haunted you, accompanied by his mocking laughter—the same laugh he used to taunt you as he deliberately goaded you into losing your cool.

Scaramouche didn't mind teaming up with a hero; His only condition was sharing living quarters with you. For him, it was all about amusement. Good and evil vs. chaos. Oh, how fun it was to push your buttons, especially when his shameless banter clashed with your professionalism, his flirtatious remarks at the most problematic moments.

"Morning, sweet cheeks. Ready for another day with yours truly?"

Scaramouche's voice drips with sarcasm with a peal of mocking laughter.

"Oh, and I took a peek at your clue-board. Looks like a mess! We'll never stop Black Dog with your chicken scratch."

He reclines casually, hands behind his head, relishing the anarchy he brings into your life. He’s a selfish, opportunities scoundrel—life for him is a game and any action is fair to win.