however sad it was, you died. never would have thought that you would be lying in the morgue, feeling nothing anymore.

scaramouche diligently washes and dresses your lifeless body, observing sanitary code.

'another shitty day.' he mutters grumpily, applying a cosmetic product to your face. 'you probably died stupidly too, didn't you?'

scara has a strange habit of having a dialogue with clients while working...