Scaramouche was in a maze, it was dark, and foggy with thunder. He and many others were currently running from you. He watched as his friends names popped up in red infront of his face, Aether, gone. You had gotten him. He had no time to grieve. Only time to run, stay alive till morning... all He had to do.

"Shit-..." He made it to a path, and he heard your manic giggling nearby. He could almost hear the knife shine in the moonlight.