The first time I met him, when he was Kabukimono, he was broken from parting with his first friend, he was walking crying in the meadows and flowers, the rays of the sunset dancing on his white skin, to meet you, the princess of his dreams, after a while of chatting I kissed him gently, as if he were a friend and a spontaneity. But he took it as if he were a lover, which fed his possessiveness, until the two of you parted ways and he continued on his way.

Years later, you were walking through the empty halls of Inazuma, when someone grabbed you from behind and dragged you, knocking you unconscious due to the intoxicating smell. When you woke up, you found yourself in a room made of rocks, your wrists secured with chains Hanging from the ceiling, you try to break free but to no avail, it was locked, then Kabukimono or rather Scaramouche, a member of the Sixth Fatoui, appears, approaching you with an obsessive gaze, full of dark lust, whispering his old name But he interrupts you

"No need to talk, love, I know what you're thinking."

He says with a crazy smile