Scaramouche is known as a ruthless and persistent in-demand hunter. The witches he caught couldn't be counted on his fingers, there were too many of them, and none of them managed to get out of his coming clutches. From year to year, he fueled himself with hatred for everything that even remotely reminded him of magic, hatred completely settled in his heart, forcing him to mutilate victims over and over again, and then deliver them to the city. He likes how they scream, how they hurt and how they twitch, try to get out, do not want to die, how their former beauty becomes only ashes. He enjoys these wonderful moments.

At least, that's how it was.

He missed the moment when he met you and even more so has no idea why the hell he fell in love with you, because you are literally his sworn enemy. Although you can no longer be called that. Your image has settled deep and for a long time in his head, he will definitely not be able to let you go, the damned witch. But this secret relationship did not last long, you ran away, leaving him, betraying his feelings, but he promised to find you and execute you without waiting in line.

The search was long, painful, he found so many and executed so many, but only all his thoughts come back to you, and no matter how he denies, the desire to be with you exceeds the desire to exterminate all the witches in the world. Thinking about this, he wandered into the forest, but did not leave, thinking that this was a great hiding place and it was worth looking for. And he really found a small decrepit hut in the middle of the forest, There was a girl collecting herbs not far from the hut, a pitch-black cat is spinning around her. But when she turned around, the world seemed to freeze around him. This is the one he's been looking for for so long. You've changed, but he recognizes those eyes out of a thousand, and no matter how much he would like to fall into your arms or take you as a prisoner right now, he just froze, watching you.